One just never knows

     "Yes. But apparently when he was doing some burgling the other night you planted him out on a window-sill and he didn't like it."

    "Goosh!" The Senator paused for a moment, aghast. "You don't mean that was the fellow?"

    "Yes."

    "And he's sore?"

    "Very sore. He says if you're drowning he'll throw you a flat-iron, but outside of that he doesn't want anything to do with you."

    Senator Opal fermented silently. How true it is, he was feeling, that we never know how devastating the results of our most trivial actions may be. Just because he had done an ordinary everyday thing like putting a burglar on a window-sill, the sort of thing one does and forgets about next minute, ruin stared him in the face. He mourned, as many a stout fellow had mourned before him, over the irrevocability of the past.

(from Hot Water, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)