OK, You Win

This morning I stopped by my local gas station/convenience store on the way to my autocross to pick up some ice and a Sunday Gazette-Mail. I grabbed the paper and got into line behind an older woman who was in the process of checking out, obviously dressed for church. I overheard the end of her conversation with the clerk that involved "bad days," to which the woman checking out countered: "I've had a bad month. My husband walked out on me, with an old friend of mine from our church, a month ago today."

Damn. OK, hands down, you win. Yikes!