I had a bad day. Like a terrible, horrible, no good, rotten very bad day or somesuch things.
And it's not "little" things that made the day bad, like Oh darn, I forgot my coffee. Or Oh, shoot I spilled sauce on my shirt. It's big things. Very big things. Work things, but I'm not going to talk about them here. That's not the point and this is not the place.
But the day ended (thankfully) and I went to get gas because I was at a quarter tank and the weather rumor is that there's an ice storm headed this way (garg) and it's really best not to be running on fumes in such a situation. As I'm pumping gas I realize that I have to go home and eat my bean soup without french bread that I procrastinated making under the (stupid) assumption that I could do it tonight.
So I decided to pop in, pick up something hot for supper and that's that. I can have it right away, indulge in something greasy or generally unhealthy and hopefully put this day behind me. I get inside and there's nothing left, no soup, no pizza, just hamburgers and ugly shriveled hot dogs. I looked at the take and bake section and then in my head rationalize it's not worth the 6.99 when I have a frozen pizza at home that would take as long if not less for no extra cost.
On my drive out I do a quick peek of whose call I missed while pumping gas. Aww it's XYZ calling because they knew I had a bad day and they want to cheer me up. Awesome.
I stop to drop off some letters at the mail box. Stupid people just sitting there and as far as I can tell not doing anything that has to do with mail. Obsenities withheld (barely, I think).
I get home, something bad happened, got in the house and called XYZ. They proceeded to tell me ABC and how their day and next week is absolutely ruined.
I feel obligated to them that my sympathy bucket is running awfully low and there would be little to share. So we comiserate together.
And fancy that ... things still are tough, life still is hard. But that moment ... didn't feel as bad.
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