The Incredible Irony of a really bad day

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    Dec 03, 2007 3:18 PM GMT
    Do you have many truly awful days in which it seems the perfect storm of bad events all converge to create one bad experience after another? I seem to have at least one a month. Last Saturday was my latest.

    I spent all of last week acting in a student film in Athens, Ohio. All of my scenes were at night and it was 20 degrees every night. The cast and crew were great but the 10 to 14 hour nights in the cold really bore down on me. What got me through the cold was knowing that at the end of the week I could go home to my warm apartment and sleep in on Saturday and have a leisurely pace.

    Got home Friday evening and at around eleven the electric in the center of my building went out, taking with it my heat. I spent the night in a freezing apartment and had to get up early the next day and spend it waiting for electricians.

    Between waiting for electricians I decided to get breakfast out since I could not cook. I went to a local chain called Biscuit World that specializes in these great biscuit sandwiches. Ordinarily I never go there because of my diet, but I was treating myself since I had had such a lousy night and day. When I got to Biscuit World they were out of biscuits. I then went to another location and they, too, were out of biscuits! It's like Taco Bell being out of tacos!

    I went home and had a bowl of cereal. I had to let myself into my neighbor's home to get to my milk since my refrigerator was out, too.

    Next I went to do laundry (my laundry room is on a different circuit and not affected by the power outage). Got the washer loaded and it wouldn't work. I had to get someone to look at it.

    Now you would think that my landlord should have been on these things, but--in spite of the fact he was aware of the power outage--he drove two hours to Lexington, KY to watch a UK basketball game. He's a lawyer, so don't even recommend making demands of him.

    Finally I had electric and a washer by 6:00, by which time my friends were picking me up to see another college game, played locally.

    Again I ask, do any of you have such perfectly awful days that make you wonder if God/the gods/godess/higher power of choice just has it in for you?icon_lol.gif


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    Dec 03, 2007 7:49 PM GMT
    That totally sucks, DeMarco, what a bad day!

    I've been to a wedding that was as craptastic as your last Saturday, but I'm going to sheepishly admit that I've never had one actual day in which everything went wrong. Now, if we're talking projects, years, and poor hair choices ...
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    Dec 03, 2007 8:17 PM GMT
    That sounds awful! But I have to admit, I laughed when I read that Biscuit World was out of biscuits.
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    Dec 03, 2007 8:54 PM GMT
    Yah, the biscuits part was really a bummer! There's nothing worse than being denied once you've decided to splurge.
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    Dec 03, 2007 9:33 PM GMT
    That kind of thing only happens to me on days that end in "y." That's when I say WTF and go lift.

    OK, three more sets then back to work.
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    Dec 04, 2007 4:51 AM GMT
    Thanks, guys. I swear that sometimes I have entire months like this. And it's usually a month of ironies---things that could never happen by the odds but did that day.

    I had to laugh about the biscuit thing, too, java and thecure, but the next day. icon_wink.gif When I got to the second place and they told me they were out I said "Your name is BISCUIT WORLD--dontcha think that you should always have biscuits? Do you think Burger King runs out of burgers?" LOL! That poor girl at the counter didn't see me coming.

    I agree, mindgarden, going to the gym is usually my cure for the bad day, too, but my electricians were all scheduled sporadically and I could only get away for a brief breakfast...that of course never happened.

    I mention to my shrink about having these days and having difficulty dealing with them. He says I have "reality acceptance issues." I say I have "bullshit acceptance issues." icon_lol.gif
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    Dec 04, 2007 4:53 AM GMT
    reality bites!!
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    Dec 04, 2007 4:59 AM GMT
    Thanks, liftordie. I'm going to print out all these responses and send them to Biscuit World. icon_wink.gif
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    Dec 04, 2007 5:07 AM GMT
    Damarco4uI seem to have at least one a month


    I would call it PMS. LOL. It gets worse when your out of tampons. I am just kidding.

    We all have our bad day, but it is nothing compared to what some people experience. I live one year with no electricity in Panama. I think you can survive with out any for a day or week. The best thing to do is to cancel everything and just take care of the situation. Don't go to the football game or out to eat. Just survive for a day.
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    Dec 04, 2007 4:56 PM GMT
    LOL, gigman, I'd call it PMS but it is happening around me rather than inside me. icon_wink.gif

    It's very true that a bad day in the Western world would be a good day in the rest of the world. Perhaps that is the point to such disasters, to remind us of that.
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    Dec 04, 2007 5:16 PM GMT
    Precisely what I was going to say myself. Certainly nothing to wheeze about three days after the events.

    After you've lived and worked 364 days as an illegal alien who doesn't speak the native tongue in a foreign land -- dealing with the Russian mafia on a weekly basis for work, hanging out of a third storey window whenever the landlord unexepectedly let himself in, assuming false identities to get medical treatment, witnessing mutilation, humiliation and addiction each night as your counting each and every coin that will buy you an airplane ticket out of this waking nightmare -- everything you mentioned sounds like just a typical day in the big bad city: a good one.

    Try subsisting on nothing but glazed donuts culled from a dumpster for a month-and-a-half because you were robbed of all the possesions while travelling, stranded without an identity and therefore unable to qualify for government aid for weeks on end.

    One night without heating? Boo hoo. I haven't even turned on the heat yet this season, and other than when receiving for the holidays or weekends, I keep the thermostat below 17ºC all winter long. The current interior temperature is approx.16ºC and I still only have one wool blanket on the bed, and there's over a foot of snow outside.

    ONE truly bad DAY? Try this on for size: New Year's Eve, Venice. You've reconciled with the partner you've been seperated from for close to a year, get custom-designed rings made in white gold, and tell him that there has never ever been anyone else in your heart and renew your vow to be faithful forever. Its the night before you're to be re-united and you discover that you've been locked into the small rural hotel you were staying at and absolutely no one else seems to be in the building. With only 15 minutes to make the train to Venice, you decide to risk crawling out the second-storey window with two very large suitcases, onto an icy lean-to. Much back and forth looking for a way down when you here the train approaching the station which is just one mini-mall from the guesthouse. You decide to jump into one snowy corner of the paved courtyard, praying the mound at the base of the tree is a pile of leaves. You make it, but the large duffelbag that lands on you contained bottles of spirits and champagne -- past tense. Drenched in booze you run for the train, board just as its pulling away and spend the next 6 hours playing hide and seek with the conductor because you didn't have time to get cash from the automatic teller -- not easy when you smell like a distllery -- and there's no way you can be late on New Year's Eve. When you reach the terminus, you notice the conductor make a beeline for the police office at the station. Mad dash into the crowd with dripping baggage... there's less than 30 minutes before all the shops shut and I need to get a new shirt! Champagne! and within minutes I realize that I am completely lost and need to get to the hotel before any one worries needlessly. Ever been shooed out of the poshest hotel lobby in town, in full view and earshot of a large fancy cocktail reception, because you were mistaken for a vagrant? Later that day -- after the dinner, after the fireworks, after kissing on Piazza San Marco with a -20ºC wind coming off the lagoon -- just as your 're-consumating' the union, he breaks down, sobbing uncontrollably, and finally, after a long while and much effort, he tells you that he is HIV+.

    Oh, and plus, you really ought to thank yer lucky stars that these Biscuit World places had none of those cookies; they weren't on you're diet anyway.

    Where are the Real Men on RJ?

    Arrrr.
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    Dec 04, 2007 5:49 PM GMT
    Wow, Aero, strong words! icon_smile.gif
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    Dec 04, 2007 6:28 PM GMT
    Nah... not really. Just slapping some pussy around.

    Arrrrrrrr.
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    Dec 04, 2007 7:17 PM GMT
    Time to write your first memoir, Aero.
  • Squarejaw

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    Dec 04, 2007 7:32 PM GMT
    Well, last Thursday I was a prominent citizen of Athens, but I was accused of sacrilege and fled to Sparta, where I helped make war on my former hometown. Unfortunately, I was having an affair with the wife of the Spartan king, so he ordered my assassination. I fled to Persia where I advised the satrap on how to conquer the Greeks. Eventually, though, I came back home to Athens but suffered some military defeats and was killed on the orders of a rival, slain by a shower of arrows.

    That was a tough day.
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    Dec 04, 2007 7:44 PM GMT
    Yes, but you had your good looks, Alcibiades. And Socrates was always a good friend.
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    Dec 04, 2007 7:50 PM GMT
    Socrates was a doll, even if he wouldn't sleep with me. But, you know, as bad as Thursday was, Friday turned out even worse.

    Bunny Bixler and I were in the semi-finals - the very semi-finals, mind you - of the ping-pong tournament at the club and this ghastly thing happened. We were both playing way over our heads and the score was 29-28. And we had this really terrific volley and I stepped back to get this really terrific shot. And I stepped on the ping-pong ball! I just squashed it to bits. And then Bunny and I ran to the closet of the game room to get another ping-pong ball and the closet was locked! Imagine? We had to call the whole thing off. Well, it was ghastly. Well, it was just ghastly.
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    Dec 04, 2007 8:03 PM GMT
    LOL, Squarejaw...I love that movie!!! Rosalind Russel is utterly fabulous.

    Isn't in fantastic news that the talented violist will be opening a home for Jewsih orphans right next door to Upson Downs!
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    Dec 05, 2007 12:48 AM GMT
    AeroNah... not really. Just slapping some pussy around
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    Aero, princess, the only pussy you're capable of slapping around is the one between your legs. icon_lol.gif

    SqaurejawBunny Bixler and I were in the semi-finals...yada, yada, yada... it was ghastly. Well, it was just ghastly.


    Wait, Gloria, it's gonna get worse. The Holier-than-thou police are on their way. icon_wink.gif
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    Dec 05, 2007 4:33 PM GMT
    I am never going to complain about having a bad day again.

    Squarejaw, you are top drawer, simply top drawer. Thanks for the laugh!
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    Dec 05, 2007 5:54 PM GMT
    Well, there was nothing wrong with piling on with some good humor like Squarejaw's jokes since the thread was started in good humor anyway.

    The point of this thread wasn't to complain or whine. That was made clear in the self-mocking tone of my original post. The point was finding the irony of the convergence of shut doors (hence the title) and inviting other people to share such similar funny stories. These things happen to you and me every day--just not usually all at once. Biscuit World is out of biscuits--did anyone think I was being dead serious with that observation?

    I thought it might be funny to hear what other weird bad days people have had. There was no "ugly American" naivette in my post. If we're going to disqualify every post with someone else's suffrage then that shuts down every thread on this board and is a perturbing trend here. No one can make an observation without there being someone here to portray himself as more enlightened.

    I was being tongue-in-cheek but that brand of humor always goes over the heads of the self-righteous.

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    Dec 05, 2007 6:16 PM GMT
    LMAO!!!!!!

    Obviously, you didn't see the humour in MY post. While factual, it was also meant for a laugh... "in the spirit of the thread".

    **wipes tears from eyes and attempts to take a deep breath**

    LOLOLOLOL!!!!

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    Dec 05, 2007 6:58 PM GMT
    ROFLOL!!!

    Damarco, I must apologise for the "pussy" comment; a truly terrible choice of words! Oops!
    My response to jprichva was meant to convey something along the lines of "I'm being gentle." or "I am taking it easy."
    My attempt to translate an equally vulgar idiomatic french expression backfired!
    "I'm tickling the potato" just didn't sound quite right in english!

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHA *sniffle* *wheeze* *snort* *wipes another tear*
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    Dec 05, 2007 9:54 PM GMT
    Well, Aero, if you meant it as a joke then my apologies for not getting it. I did take the things (based on your previous posts) to be true events, so I didn't see them being used for humor. So--irony being my favorite brand of humor--you have made this thread complete!

    And I regetted my "pussy" comeback after posting it but then it was already out there. I will make amends by sending you a coupon for Biscuit World, and if they're out of biscuits then they may let you tickle the potato.

    LOL! *sniffle* *snort* *wipes away a tear*
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    Dec 06, 2007 2:25 AM GMT
    Funny, after reading this I opened my fridge, pulled out the vegetable drawer, and poked and prodded every single potato in the bin.

    I didn't get a single laugh.

    Not even a giggle. What am I missing?