Life's Problems

Read a joke today. Went like this:

A pet-store delivery driver was traveling down the road. Everytime he came to a stoplight, he would get out of the truck and grab a two-by-four. Then he'd run to the back and start beating on the truck's back doors. This went on for several miles, and nobody could figure out what he was doing. Finally, the guy who had been behind him pulled alongside and just had to ask, "What are you doing?"

"This is only a two-ton truck," the truck driver said, "And I'm carrying four tons of canaries. I've got to keep two tons of them up in the air all the time."

*sigh*

Isn't that how life feels sometimes?