Sometimes things don't go our way and we think, "I am having a bad day". But the worst day on record, as far as I am concerned, belongs to a temporary employee who worked in a department in which I used to work.
His day began better than the average day. He was reporting to work in his new job working as a temporary; he had maneuvered his way around the Charlotte rush hour traffic in his new used car that he had purchased from the friend of a friend; and best of all, he had found the parking spot to beat all parking spots. And this is what he was telling us about when he walked into the office. It seems it was only a block away and he did not have to pay anything for it. In downtown Charlotte, this seemed impossible, so we thought he was not being truthful.
But, he really had found this parking space, next to the Sheriff's Department where such spaces are reserved for Deputy Sheriffs. Needless to say his car drew the immediate attention of the Sheriff's Office. The license number was quickly run through the system and a thorough check was performed of the driver and the vehicle. They discovered that the temp was driving a stolen vehicle. The friend of a friend from whom he had made the purchase had promised him the title, but the temp had not yet received it.
The zealous Sheriff's Deputies spotted a briefcase lying in the backseat of the stolen vehicle and they immediately began treating the car as a bomb. Now, to understand the mindset of the deputies, you have to realize that this event that I am describing happened shortly after 9/11. The deputies picked the locks to the doors of the car, grabbed the briefcase with a bomb robot and took it off to be blown up, where nothing but sandwiches and papers rained down.
Around lunch time, the hard working temp walked back to his car to retrieve his lunch from his briefcase. Standing around his new used car were a half dozen deputies with weapons. As he approached his car one of the deputies asked him if he was the owner. When he acknowledged this fact, he was grabbed and slammed against the hood of the car, and told to spread his legs. He was searched, arrested, and taken away to be booked. He spent several hours explaining his situation and the reasons why he had parked in a reserved area.
He was finally released from custody, only to find that his car had been impounded. He rode home on the bus. Getting off the bus he forgot to look for oncoming traffic as he was stepping out from the front of the bus and he was struck by a car. He suffered a broken leg.
Since he was a temporary worker he was soon replaced and we never saw him again. But I often think of him when I am having a bad day.
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