Spoiled by an “assteroid” (space dung).
Never look a gift meteor in the mouth.
“I’ll meet you. Right!”
“No plan survives first contact with the meteorite.”
—Sun Tsu The Art of War (Paraphrased)
Hey dummy! run!
There’s a big hayfield up near Buxton…One in particular. It’s got a long rock wall, a big oak tree at the north end. It’s like something out of a Robert Frost poem. It’s where I asked my wife to marry me. We went there for a picnic and made love under that oak and I asked and she said yes. Promise me, Red. If you ever get out, find that spot. In the base of that wall, you’ll find a rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. A piece of black, volcanic glass. There’s something buried under it I want you to have.
(The Shawshank Redemption)
He had a better idea.
The ulimate success of any Plan hinges on the ability of those following it to remain constantly aware of the situation and being flexible enough to change it to seize an opportunity that will inevitably arise.
He went through a lot of trouble to plan that one.
A good plan always has options.. and now is a good time to use them.
The chances of that happening are astronomical.
Run, man! The idiot still standing there will just slow you down.
Ever notice how cartoon jailbirds are typically bald or nearly so?