A Day To Forget
Your day was horrible. It started with a run around town doing your checks, and finished with a Manager Meeting when the same old shit was discussed.
But the middle bit, the bit where you drove as far as Fareham only to get a call and have to drive all the way back to Southampton to pick up some items to take to your original destination…
And the bit when you finally got to Portsmouth to actually do something worthwhile, only to get another call and have to drive in rush-hour traffic to Salisbury to literally flick a switch, and then drive back to Southampton in similarly congested traffic, wasting 3 hours of your life, fuel etc…
And the bit when you realise that your day, although already exceeding 10 hours, has achieved the square-root of fuck-all because of the issues…
…oh, and the bit that happened nearer the start, the bit when you were made redundant, that bit as well.
Just remember…
The bit when you stopped at Tesco and saw Zubrowka, the vodka that is never on offer was, in that moment, on offer. Just remember that bit.
Or perhaps not…