First, the computer at the photo shop crashed just as I was scanning some pictures, which means I left home early for no reason and have to finish the job after work.
Next, I ordered a French Vanilla cappuccino in the Tim Hortons drive-thru, and watched my order change from French Vanilla to English Toffee on the screen. "Did you just change my order to an English Toffee?" I asked. "Oh, haha, I just entered that accidentally. Don't vorry, it'll be French Vanilla," came the reply in a charming East Indian accent. I drove up to the window just in time to see an English Toffee being deposited on the counter. I took it anyway.
I know in the grand scheme of things these are minor irritations, but they're irritations nonetheless. Sigh.
Then just a few minutes ago, I realized I'd forgotten my work fob at home. The fob lets me into secured staff areas. Bah.
The only good thing to come out of this is that the "Don't vorry" comment reminded me of a note my grandfather once left on the kitchen table to let us know he had gone to "vork". It was a source of amusement for me, the house wordsmith, and led to endless mutually-enjoyed teasing.
So, today's moral is "don't vorry, be happy," and on that score I leave you with this: