Everybody has a Bad Day Now and Then
You know what makes me sick? You know what makes me so mad I just wanna tie a rabid weasel to a stick – and use him for a back-scratcher?
Now – let’s start today’s blog with a simple fact of life. Everybody has a bad day now and then. Hell – I’ve had twenty-some years of consecutive bad days – which is probably some kind of record.
Some days you wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Some days are going along fine – and all of a sudden life goes sideways on you. Even when you’re having a good day – you’re never that far away from things taking a few turns – and you’re having a bad day. That’s why they sell memberships to the Triple A.
But – here’s my point. Don’t blame you being an idiot – on having a bad day.
See – what happened was – I called the Doctor’s office to see if I could get in – on account of I think I was getting a sinus infection. You ever blow your nose and stuff come out of there looked like Jabba the Hut’s innards? Yeah – I got that. So I go in there real quick after work – and let’s just say they are a little crowded… a little behind… and the women behind the counter – looked a little surly.
So I go, ‘Yeah – I called this morning about sneaking in to see the Doc real quick.’ Well – this woman looked at me like I was clubbing baby seals. She looks at her papers… and then she looks at all the people in the waiting room… and she says, real loud… ‘Oh, were you the gentleman that called about the ED problem… or the hemorrhoids?’
Well – everybody in the waiting room kind of looks down at their PEOPLE magazine… you know – don’t want to make eye contact. Everything got quiet. And I go – ‘Maybe I talked to somebody else. The woman on the phone sounded a lot younger.’
And she goes… ‘I’m sorry – I’m having a bad day.’ And I go, ‘Lady – this is a doctor’s office. You aren’t gonna run into a bunch of people having good days.
Wake up, America!!! There are 300 and some million people in this country. On any given day… more than 200 million of us are having a bad day. You do not need to share yours. We’re dealing with our own, thank you. I’m Earl Pitts, American. Buy my book… Man Rules. And Pitts Off.