Bad Day

Today has been a poor day. For all I know it is going to get worse.
A bunch of us at work went to blood services and donated blood. It was a nice way to get out of working for a couple of hours. At the end though I was told my blood was deferred. I feel like a bio-hazard now.
But the crowning achievement to make it a bad day was going home from work. As I’m getting on my scooter to go home, a bunch of co-workers come out to watch me. They want to see the new scooter in action. This makes me nervous. So instead of walking my bike out to the parking lot from the sidewalk it is on, I figure I should just drive slowly across the grass instead. I have an audience, it makes you do stupid things. Needless to say, a scooter is terrible at going slow. So I careen across the grass too fast. My brakes don’t seem to work. In the end, it falls on its side. So now my brand new scooter is scraped.
I really can’t blame the audience, as much as I want to. I just feel stupid for letting them make me nervous.
So it is good that there are replacement body panels coming in. It’s only scuffed and still works perfectly fine. But there are some places that are scratched that aren’t getting replacements. The people at the dealership say it is now personalized.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
If I took a poll of this audience, I’m sure most of them would agree that they saw this coming.