Always in the right place, but at the wrong time. Back burners not fully operating. Has a one-way ticket on the Disoriented Express. Mouth is in gear, brain is in neutral. No one at the throttle.
Pressure's up, but there's a slow leak somewhere.
Strong like bull, smart like streetcar. Went in for repairs but wasn't tightened with a torque wrench. A fellow, who had spent his whole life in the desert, comes the Midwest to visit a friend who lives near a commuter line. He'd never seen a train or the tracks they run on and he became fascinated by the engineering. Predictably, he's hit and is thrown to the side of the tracks.