I was having a pretty lousy day, overall. I woke up and felt like ass. Contemplated calling in sick, but decided that I had too many stupid obligations at work to skip out. One obligation, training a new consultant, magically melted away when I got in (he suddenly had work) so I got to start out cranky that I had come in to work at all.
I then had to sit through a company-wide two hour training session on how not to harass coworkers. Nothing in the world makes me want to harass people more than being told not to, so all during the session I fantasized about walking up to cute consultants and smacking their asses, or leering suggestively, or calling them "stud". Shook it off, went back to desk. Worked rest of day, still idly thinking about shouting "motherfuckers!" at random intervals (apparently foul language is bad. That's a big problem for me!).
Then drove to vet to pick up new regimen of stuff. Vet is in the town after mine (when driving from work) so I had to pass home to get there. On the way back there was suddenly some kind of race or something going on at the lake and traffic was all backed up. Damned lake. I hate that stupid cute friendly damned town. Everyone just sort of moseys around, getting all in my way. Waving at each other, chatting in car windows. Feh!
So I made it past all the "healthy" people who were very underdressed (And people? Just because you're jogging doesn't mean I want to see you in your undies. Seriously.) and suddenly the sky opened up and there was a complete downpour. I'm meanly smug, thinking "Ha! That's what you get for being healthy and nice and whatever. Who's dry? That's right,
I'm dry!"
(Don't pretend you don't think that way.)
So I pulled in to the drug store drive-thru (is there a better invention than the drug store drive-thru? Especially during a massive downpour? No, there is not) and there's some damned asshole in front of me. Grumble. I wait, and when I finally get to pull up to the window it's completely dark! Did they close? The pharmacist tells me, yeah, sorta, they just this second lost power, and they can't do anything without power.
FUCK! This is the town's fault, I just know it. I could have at least dropped the damned prescription off if it hadn't been for the healthy bastards running all over the damned place. And as I'm pulling away from the drive-thru, the rain stops completely. All over, five minutes at most. OK, fine. It was my own fault for being smug. I get it.
So I started for home, defeated, until I looked up:

Aw! Ruin my misery, stupid nature!
And now my Red Sox have won, I already did my chores, all that awaits is my bed...and all my lovely misery is just gone gone gone. Bastards.