Bad Day: Spilling water on your suit pants while ironing them and having to spend extra time steaming them dry.
Worse Day: Realizing when you sit down in the car that your pants are not totally dry and now your undergarments are slightly damp as well.
Bad Day: Realizing that, while the cotton shirt you were planning on wearing is iron-safe, the delicate lace trim around the neck is not and when you try to iron it, it melts onto the iron and partially comes off of the shirt.
Worse Day: Trying to fix the shirt (because it may be the only clean shirt that matches this suit) by attempting to iron off the remainder of the lace trim and discovering the rest of the lace trim prefers to melt onto the shirt instead of coming off the shirt.
Bad Day: Dropping your keys in the garbage can on your way to work while throwing away a bag of dirty diapers.
Worse Day: Realizing the last thing you put in the garbage can was a not-completely-closed bag of dirty cat litter.
My day can only get better, right?
Statistical inference and the morning weight room
17 hours ago