[gmku]

So... today...

Car breaks down 1/4 mile from work on the freeway. I call roadside assistance and wait on the side of the road for an hour for the tow truck to show up. Repair shop says the alternator needs to be changed out. Tonight I'll be a few hundred dollars poorer and have exhausted a day of annual leave.

I just keep on smiling. What else can a poor boy do?

Sidebar: While I'm waiting at the side of the road, not one but two coworkers spot me and, first one, and then next, within minutes of each other, stop to see if I'm OK. This is nice. First one is a bit weird however. She proceeds to go into a deep and protracted conversation about some ideas for work. I, being somewhat in crisis mind at this moment, just want to tell her to shut the hell up and go to work. But I just keep smiling and nodding my head. She's also barefoot. Apparently she drives to work barefoot.