Life chose me:

When you go to the Mexican restaurant for lunch and order large margaritas, and then the waiters decide that they want you to get up and dance with them to the mariachi band, and they call you bonita senorita and twirl you around and give you and only you a sombrero and a shot of tequila and the whole restaurant chants and then cheers when you suck the lime, who are you to turn them down?