I was having a seriously bad day. Now here’s the thing, everyone thinks they know what it means to be having a bad day and can probably reel off countless examples of things that went wrong and spoilt their day. It may be the morning when they burnt their toast and nearly set the kitchen on fire or the time the car wouldn’t start and made them miss that concert they had waited all year to see. Alternatively people consider it a bad day whenever they get into trouble with their boss, parents or whoever over some small trivial matter and they are made to feel so small that cells have to use a microscope to see them. There are infinite examples and it would be impossible to list them all but I think you’ve got the idea. That’s what everyone thinks a bad day is. If they only knew the truth then most people wouldn’t bother getting out of bed in the morning for fear of having a REALLY bad day.
Truly bad days, like the one I am currently in the middle of, are thankfully very rare. However when they do occur, they are likely to be life changing events that suddenly make you realise that your previous concept of a bad day was so far wide of the mark that you begin to wonder if your understanding of anything was ever accurate.
To help you understand why I can class this as a true bad day rather than a day full of minor annoyances, which is what it started out as, I need to set the scene a bit. At the moment its just gone midday and I’m currently crouched in a typical inner city underpass, full of the usual fast food wrappers, leaves and other rubbish. None of the lights work, the walls are covered with local gang graffiti and there is the faint smell of rat piss in the air. All things considered it isn’t the type of place you want to be crouched unless you absolutely have to. Unfortunately I absolutely have to.I’m out of breath and bitterly wishing that I’d started going to the gym when I said I would. Maybe then I would be in slightly better shape and not trying to fight off what feels like an impending coronary. On the road overhead a couple of police cars are racing past, sirens blaring. Normally this isn’t something to worry about except this time they are looking for me. For the record I’d like to make it perfectly clear that I am completely innocent. I know that hiding from the police in a stinking underpass full of litter isn’t really the action taken by an innocent person but you don’t know the entire situation yet and trust me when I tell you, hiding in this underpass is the only way I can stop myself landing in even more trouble.
So any one got any ideas or is it just best if I give up now?!