Ok, it's only 9:30am and it's already turning into a bad day. You know one of those days when you wake up, a car is blocking your driveway, as a result your late for work. Then a cop pulls you over and gives you a ticket. Then your gas is too low as a result of waiting on the ticket, so you have to get gas. Then you are accosted by a homeless person at the gas station and give em a buck to go away. And now I sit here trembling, waiting for the next bad thing to happen, knowing full well that I will have another root canal this afternoon.  I am in the midst of a bad day.
      I saw the movie "The Final Countdown" last night - an old 80s movie about a ship that goes back in time to Pearl Harbor. I'm thinking what if I could go back in time and leave for work before that guy pulls into my driveway. All of this would have been avoided.  The cop would have been driving somewhere else, I wouldn't had to get gas, and I wouldn't have been late for work. I asked the cop for a warning. "Doesn't hurt to ask" as she hands me my ticket. I then asked her what a person can do to get a warning - because I've never got one. She said "officer discretion". I am thinking they have way too much power. Granted, the job isn't a good one, you have to wear those boy scout uniforms and have to get out in the heat a lot. But really, why waste all of that effort on speeding tickets? If I was going 100 in a 30, sure. But 40 in a 30 is barely noticeable (she said 43, but I know better). I even slowed down when I saw her.  I suppose the fact that I really didn't care about the ticket kind of did me in. My last defensive driving credit on my insurance is almost up and I can easily think of it as another tax I have to pay. So there is always a silver lining. Now if I could just find a time-travel portal everything else will fall into place...

Thought of the day
Rachel:[H]aving a bad day?
Mac:No, I'm having a terrible day. Say something nice to me, will ya, please.
Rachel:You have very strong lookin' thighs for a white man.
-- Loose Cannons