"What could go wrong?"

Today I was walking through the tony and a little-too-comfortable-for-its-own-good Kerrisdale neighborhood of Vancouver when I saw a woman dash into a bakery.

She left her baby stroller outside tied to a dog.

The question came to mind "What could go wrong?" followed by "Where does one even begin?"

It was a case of "caveat emptor" and "non sequitur" all rolled into one. A twofer! Sometimes you just have to laugh at the little things.