Forget it Jake, it's Chinatown.
Once you start taking getting killed at the lake personally, it's time to go somewhere else.
DING DING DING!!!
Winnah, Winnah, Chicken Dinnah!
When those type of things would happen to me, I'd shrug my shoulders and think something like, "what a poor little tard. Got caught on the wrong side of town and tried to sucker punch his way out."
It's inevitable that you'll meet in the sky, at which time the beatings shall begin.
