Worst. Day. Ever

Do you ever wonder why some people get their panties in a wad over different things? Some people get heated over politics. Others get froggy when it comes to banks and their overdraft fees. For some of us, it takes some asshole in a GMC Yukon to pull in front of us on 270 and 44 when it’s raining and there is a cluster F of traffic (These St. Louis drivers…. I digress)

Not Bob. He doesn’t really care about politics, is good enough with a checkbook that he doesn’t overdraft and he always has at least two car lengths in front of him, so bad drivers aren’t an issue. But on this particular Wednesday, one would have thought that world war three had just started at SLU hospital.

This telephone call happened at approximately 1:30 p.m. on a Thursday afternoon.

Bob: “I am so mad”

Me: “What happened?”

Bob: “This is the worst day ever”

Me: “Why, what happened?”

Bob: “Well you know how SLU got its accreditation renewed for the program?”

Me: “Yeah”

Bob: “And they were going to provide lunch for the Anesthesia residents”

Me: “Uh Huh”

Bob: “Well, I’m at Cardinal Glennon this month”

Me: “Okay….”

Bob: “No one called me over for the free pizza”

Me: “What?”

Bob: “Yeah, they had free pizza today and no one called me. So I missed lunch and had to get something at Cardinal Glennon. I’m so mad! I can’t believe that no one called me or even thought to save me a slice of pizza”

………. A pregnant pause later

Me: “You’re upset."

Bob: "Yup"

Me: "Over pizza"

Bob: “Well I’m upset that no one thought to page me about the pizza”

Me: “What kind of pizza?”

Bob: “Pizza Hut pizza”

Me: “Stuffed crust I bet”

Bob: “You aren’t making this better. I’m really pissed off.”

Me: “I guess I just don’t understand. War and famine in the world and you’re upset over pizza?”

Bob: “Pizza Hut pizza”

Worst. Day. Ever.

To each their own I guess.

Guess what we had for dinner that night.