You Know You've Had A Bad Day When...

I knew that I had had a bad day when I boarded the bus for the trip home, found a seat and reached for my newspaper to read and then found myself thinking, "Hang on. I didn't read the paper this morning. Something is wrong." It then dawned upon me that I had taken my car to work today and that's why I hadn't read the paper on the way to work. Perhaps I could manage it but I don't believe that it is an entirely appropriate bit of behaviour when one is driving.

So I alighted at the next stop, crossed the road and boarded the next bus into town. I felt pretty sheepish about it actually. My mind was obviously eleswhere.