You Had a Bad Day
It's official: the universe hates me. I start the day waking up to a horrible sore throat. Its ten o'clock and I decide to miss my one hour class because I don't feel up to it. I go back to sleep. When I venture out to run an errand, I encounter horrific traffic at akward hours. I miss a turn. Then I have to wait in more traffic to get back to the place where I should have turned. Then I get a "We don't take American Express". Thirty one dollars gets counted out in dollar bills. You can hear the sighs of the impatient person behind me. Lastnight I had to drive to a completely different starbucks location because there were no spaces in the other one. After twenty minutes of trying to park my car to get an innocent chai latte I see a spot. Obviously I have my blinker on and some asshole takes it just because he is closer to the spot than I am. I honk furiously and all I get is a shrug that indicates "too bad". So, the manager here who should really be a Natzi decides that she doesn't want any outsiders using the four pieces of equipment in the embellished phrase they use to lure people here- 'state of the art gym.' Yea, because people are really driving here to use equipment thats ten years old in a room the size of a closet. Anyway, she apparently put flyers on people's doors giving them a "code" to access the 'state of the art' facility. Of course, she happens to accidentally miss my door, leaving me with no way to get in. So, a little frusterated already, I go into the office today to ask for the code and am told it's 3119. Now, upon finally deciding to "exercise" for a mere 30 minutes I have taken the time to get ready. When I get to the door I notice a problem: the "codes" are in roman numerals and besides being very hard to read, they only go up to six. So idiotically, I keep hitting 3 1 1 and then press the four and five simultaneously as if that's going to get me in. After doing this several times and trying to pry the door open, I realize it's not my day. However, about ten minutes later I spot a light on in there and so I go down and knock to be let in. The girl, obviously intense in her workout rolls her eyes as she gets off the machine to let me in. "Sorry" I say, "do you know the code because I never got one" "Everyone got one, she says meanly. It's 325." "thanks" I say. Needless to say, there was no "your welcome". Today was also filled with strangers who while on some days seem polite or nonchalant were rudely and loudly saying "excuse me" everywhere I went as if it wasn't a problem that someone was in their way, but that I was in their way. The night capped off with another shot at fulfilling a chai latte craving. To avoid the parking situation of lastnight I opt to go to the drive-thru which is farther but seems like a time saver in the long run. After waiting at the drive-thru for five minutes I realize- they're closed. I go into another that I frequent often. The guy that always takes my order with a blank face calls out " Tall chai Latte" and finally, I feel like it was all worth it as I will be putting an end to the craving. As I walk out to my car, I take a deep breath and the first sip. Something tastes funny- It's a soy LATTE. No Chai. Just coffee that will probobly keep me up. Great. In aggitation I sip the coffee. The car parked next to me is over the line, making it nearly impossible to get in. I open my door as wide as I can not caring if I hit the car with my door. I get in. I turn on the radio. The song "Bad Day" is on. How charmingly fitting.