So, there's this little red man, and he lives in a little red house.
Everything he owns is red. The bed, the fridge, the lounge, the shower all of it is red.
One day the little red man is taking a shower, in his red shower of coarse, when he hears the paper boy throw his paper onto his red veranda, making a nice loud whack as it hit's the red door.
So, the little red man get's out of the red shower, wrapping a red towel around himself, and goes to get his paper.
He opens the red door and steps onto the red veranda.
The little red man bends down grabbing the paper with one hand, and holding his towel with the other.
Just at that moment, he sees one of his neighbours, the little lady from across the street heading towards his house.
She waves to him, and he waves back, accidentally dropping his red towel.
Just at that moment, as the little lady started to cross the road, she was hit by a bus and killed.

The moral of the story is, to never cross the street while the little red man is flashing.