Wish it were Sunday.
Or Saturday.
Or perhaps even Friday, but that’s not part of the song is it?
I hate Mondays. I know I am not Robinson Crusoe there. Monday’s suck badly.
When I was little I would try to avoid going to bed on Sunday at all costs, just so that I could avoid Mondays for as long as is possible. Turns out awake and asleep are the same amount of time.
I knew today wasn’t going to be a great one when my alarm did not go off this morning. Running late. Badly.
At a set of lights not far from home, a car stalled in front of me at the lights and I hit the back of them. Lucky for then they had a tow bar so didn’t sustain any damage. Lucky for me I wasn’t going fast so also didn’t sustain much damage to may car. My ego did not survive the accident so well.
We both got out of our respective cars and then started arguing about who was at fault. It was strange. we were not blaming each other but both blaming ourselves.
It went something like this:
“It was my fault”
“Oh no, I shouldn’t have stalled it was my fault”,
“No I should have been watching where I was going, this is all me”
Anyway we both decided to just forget about it and drive on.
I had to stop for a post accident-nerve-calming-coffee which made me even more late. But I needed it.
Whilst I was waiting for my skinny cappuccino I realised that 3 weeks ago, also on a monday I had another car “incident” when as I was concentrating on unwrapping my chicken kebab with BBQ sauce and cheese I hid a road island and ended up busting a tyre. And busting my ego (I’m sensing a theme here).
So I believe I have scientifically and statistically proven that 2 out of 3 Mondays results in a car accident! Next week I may stay under the covers.
Tell me – how much do you hate Mondays? Anything bad happen to you on Mondays?
