Ever get totally fucking owned by life?
I'd tried fixing the bathtub drain for like 5 days, while waiting for the plumber to have time to fix it. I've done everything but pull the pipes. I've done the coathanger thing, pulled the drain mechanism and cleaned it.
Nothing. Still wouldn't drain.
Plumber shows up, pulls this little tool off his belt, yanks up a hair clog.
Tub drains.
Holy fuck.
The fucking "Professional Paradox" in action. You can do whatever you want, shit, you'll probably make it worse. The pro comes in and the fucking problem fixes itself. You ignore it until you finally call a pro, the pro looks at it, you're in a fucking hotel while the entire floor and the drainage system is replaced.
It just. Fuck.
Then to top it off I spilled coffee on my brand new keyboard. Nice job, asshole.
Then went to swipe my old as fuck debit card, it fucking broke, gashed my finger.
Then my wiper tore off driving home.
Ever had one of those days?