If you have a bad hair day, it's the man's fault.
If that last red light made you late for work, it's the man's fault.
If you forget to charge your phone and you miss an important call because the battery died, it's the man's fault.
If you get a flat tire, it's the man's fault.
If you get to the bank too early and you have to wait for it to open, it's the man's fault.
If your dog leaves a mess on your carpet, it's the man's fault.
If your lottery ticket isn't a winner, it's the man's fault.
If you're tired from spending 8 hours shopping, it's the man's fault.
If you're deep into debt due to the 8 hour shopping spree, it's the man's fault.
If that jar of pickles simply refuses to open, it's the man's fault.
If that jumbo sushi order you ate for lunch is clamoring to leave right now, but the women's bathroom is occupied, it's the man's fault.
If you burn the microwave popcorn because you were gossiping on the phone for 15 minutes, filling the entire office with that horrid smell, it's the man's fault.
If there is no man within 50 miles of you and any of these things happen, it's still the man's fault.
Which man? All of them.