|Everyone has good days and bad. My bad day seemed worse than usual. It started with the business signs on the sides of my car whipping in the wind, then losing my can of Slimfast, and later jumping the curb with my car. I didn't want to ask what else could go wrong.
I spotted the half-on half-off signs as soon as I locked the door behind me and headed toward the car. I tore them off in a fit of anger. These signs had been my eighth attempt to get my business advertisements to stick. Nothing worked.
As I approached my first stop sign, I reached for my can of Slimfast, but it wasn't in the cup holder. I remembered taking it out of the frig. I must have left it on the counter I thought. I wheeled around and headed back to the house. Inside, I could find no lonely can of Slimfast anywhere. A few minutes later, a new can was safely in the cup holder and I was headed to my destination. Only then did I remember that I had slipped the first can into my tote bag so that I wouldn't have as many items to keep up with.
I was familiar with the road on which I was traveling as I had driven this route numerous times. At one point there is a Y with one street going straight ahead and my road veering off to the left. I missed the curve. The next I knew, I had jumped the curb and a heavy-duty tool box came out of nowhere and was sailing in my direction . I spent the rest of that day replacing a tire and making arrangements for a new windshield.
Bad days come and go and I was glad when this one was over after tearing signs off my car, returning to the house unnecessarily for a Slimfast, and jumping a curb. If I've learned anything from this experience, it is never to return home for a can or Slimfast.
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