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A friend of mine emailed me his comedy of errors that I now consider the worst day ever.

“Hello my friends!

I wanted to share with you what a funny, albeit crappy day can look like. So here goes…

Today I just turned 50, and I almost didn’t make it because of what happened yesterday. Even though this was a very serious and unfortunate set of events, you will no doubt find a lot of humor in this story. I know I just had to laugh. It’s all too incredible. So here it is, my unlucky day, the day before Friday 13th.

I had a sandwich at my favorite local store, called Stewarts. I made time for this interlude just before my appointment to get my taxes done.

As I leave the parking lot, a kind trucker lets me pass to turn left on route 67. I pass carefully, because even though I have no reason to think someone will cut me off, the size of the truck blocks my view on the left. Good thing I was prudent, because I’d be dead now. A truck passed the semi and slammed into my car — totaling it! My front wheels were horizontal and the motor died. Fortunately, no one got hurt, and the police were instantly present. No fault of mine.

It gets worse.

While checking my license, it turns out I had an unpaid parking ticket, and my license was suspended. A misdemeanor, but it’s going to cost me big time. So now, I have no car and no license to rent one. I also have to wait until the 27th to go to court and work things out. All this is happening while my family has made half the move to Arizona, while I’m here alone, trying to make enough money to make the rest of the move. Bottom line, the money I’m making now will be barely enough to pay off all the fines, court decisions, etc…

So far, not a good day, right? But it gets worse.

Now, the cop frisks me after placing handcuffs on me. I’m now under arrest. I think, “Wow! Kinda tough for an unpaid parking ticket.” Wrong. I’m accused of trying to rob another Stewarts store. The very one I go to on a quasi-daily basis! I was accused of trying to use counterfeit money there.

What? Me?! The store teller was adamant: I was the criminal. So here I am, handcuffed, in a two-way mirror room getting interrogated. I’m on “Law & Order”! LOL!

After a short while, it becomes obvious to the inspector that I’m not the guy. I was good-faithed, and offered to let them go through my computer, my house… anything. I had nothing to hide.

I finally end up going to the store to talk to the manager and the teller, and I can tell they’re totally honest and “sure” it was me. Same face, same coat – and get this – same Canadian accent! I was in the Hitchcock movie “The Wrong Man”! But, he did apologize, even though I told him he didn’t have to, since it was obvious it was an honest mistake. Meanwhile, there’s a guy out there, with my mug and accent committing crimes!

So that was the opus of my last day in my 40s. You just gotta laugh…”

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