Sort of a joke

One of my friends told this joke about me once:

Rika went into cryonic storage, and a label was left on her coffin, saying, “Revive when all hell breaks loose.”

Time came and went, and all hell broke loose, so people revived her. She adjusted her tie, had some coffee, read the news for half an hour, and then exclaimed, I fucking told you so!

Well, that’s today.

And it’s more or less too late.