Why me?

Last Thursday, I woke up early in the morning and went downstairs to collect my laundry. While transferring my laundry to the basket, I heard something dropping. At first, I thought a button dropped, but all I can see was only eggshell. At that moment, it still didn't occur to me that the shells were from my laundry. Then I saw yellow gooey stuff on my white adidas shorts! I was damn pissed off! The incident totally ruined the rest of my beautiful day. Immediately, I went back to my room and wrote a note and pasted on the laundry room door.

It said, "TO WHOEVER WHO DROPPED AN EGG IN THE 2ND WASHING MACHINE ON 3RD NOV: Thank you. It's either I have offended you or I'm just plain unlucky. Anyway, if you don't like me, TELL ME STRAIGHT. DON'T BE SNEAKY. If you are just bored, find something else to do. I don't like scrambled EGG with FAB water."

Later in the day, according to reliable sources, there were other "egg" incidents the night before. Somebody had eggs smashed into his room, and another got eggs in his shoes. Apparently, some freaking drunkards were messing around. But why me? I think I always have an affinity with the most unluckiness things in the world. Somebody up there is always bullying me. Sigh! But somehow I can only resign to fate. What a miserable loser!