Sitting alone at the table, I check my watch, 6:10. Why are they always late?
This truly is one of the worst day of my life. My silent alarm caused me to oversleep this morning before getting 2 flat-tires on my way to work. Then, mom texted, “family dinner at usual restaurant, tonight: 6 PM.” I groaned, she didn’t have to text me the address for me to know it’s the restaurant I hate.
I sigh and stand up. I’m going home.
Just then, my aunt walks through the door. Great, this is truly the worst day of my life.