Dave’s day
The day had been one of those crappy ones, a day which you would have wanted to end after two hours of working; everything had gone wrong since Dave got up. His coffee cup’s ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot coffee all over his work clothes. He had to get dressed again; this made him five minutes late already, then his car didn’t want to start; he had to rush to make the bus and his five minutes became twenty minutes. The bus had to make a lot of stops and in the end Dave made it to the office an hour late. The boss wasn’t happy, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped lunch, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a …