I went to Granddad's place to babysit him because he had a minor "operation" (that was his word, not mine).
As I trekked my way to his house (because it's atop a hill) it was raining constantly. I did not bring an umbrella (because I was in a hurry--the curse of taking mass transportation) so I ended up soaking wet. Furthermore, it was freezing. When I looked for my gloves in my bag I realized that I was missing a pair!
Can this get any better?
Come next morning, I woke up late and slightly angered Granddad. I was assigned to cook breakfast, but since I was dozing off he didn't bother waking me. Oh, yeah, and he was supposed to go to this lunch meeting at 10 AM! We just started breakfast at 9:30 AM, so clearly he was gonna be late. And did I mention that he had to take me home at that time too?
Needless to say, the morning's already messed up. To compensate, Granddad decided to bring me to his lunch meeting instead of taking me home. I thought, "Great, I'm going to lunch with other people. Just what I needed when I did not take a shower, or fix my bedhead!"
When we arrived to Barragan's (a nice little Mexican restaurant at Sunset Blvd.) Granaddad had the sudden urge to take pictures. He told me to get his camera in his car. I grabbed the keys and went. My mission objective was clear: go to the car, bring the camera and go back to the restaurant. But I took a little detour to fix my sloppy self.
After a few minutes and a little image upgrade, I grabbed the camera, locked the car and left. When I was checking my pocket, I found out that I was missing the keys! Crap, it's inside the car! What the hell happened! Even worse, what am I gonna tell Granddad? I already missed making breakfast, made him late to his rendez-vous, and now, I left his keys in the car!
Talk about misfortune.