There he is again, a friend said to me and pointed at the television. Why won’t somebody stop him? I took a look and wondered the same thing.

He’s always there, lurking in the background with a smirk and a suit, waiting for the perfect moment to ruin your day. Just when life starts to feel stable — bam — he tries to turn it upside down.

Maybe you’re backing out of the driveway, coffee in hand, thinking about your weekend plans. Or you’re about to close a big deal, finally ahead of the curve. That’s when he shows up. Not with advice or support—but with destruction.

Sometimes he’s like a stray shopping cart on a windy day. Sometimes he’s similar to a faulty ladder or a distracted driver. Other times, he’s just plain chaos in human form, bent on reminding you how fragile your peace really is.

And what happens after he causes the crash, the spill, the mess? Nothing. He walks away. He shrugs. Grins like it’s all a big joke. Meanwhile, we’re left with the cost, the consequences and the cleanup.

It’s maddening — watching someone cause so much damage and never being held accountable. No apology. No consequences. Just more mess, more drama, more “Oops, my bad,” as prices go up and stress levels climb.

You’d think, by now, someone would stop him.

Enough with the Mayhem commercials, Allstate. For some reason, they aren’t funny anymore.