Bad Timing

I've never been the brightest at mathematics. 

One of my main struggles is time.

I don't know what my body has against being early

but whatever it is my mind is starting to object.

Today by far, I've had the worst luck in record. 

started of with lack of sleep

and migrated to cleaning manually a very dirty set of teeth

I thought that after lunch my day would turn around

since it'll be just hours before my feet landed on Chicago

BUT 

it just kept getting worst!

I arrived to the airport on time because there was no traffic

but when I went to self check 

the kiosk kept saying I was too early.

As I previously stated, timing has never been a specialty of mine

so I knew something must have been wrong with this kiosk.

When I directed the issue to the assistant,

she chuckled and suddenly has the answer to my problem.

I was 24 hours early for my flight.

Oh brother!

He made a U-e and headed back towards me to pick me up.

While heading home, a big 'pop' sounded and a smell of burnt rubber took place.

My wheel got a flat in the middle of the Turnpike.

Thank God my car was filled with 3 lovely dudes 

who knew a lot about changing flats. 

(thank God for my men!)

They honestly made my day and tried to steal a smile from my face.

Honestly, I am finishing this day as soon as I'm done with this post

Tomorrow is a new day,

and the bad luck has gone away.

Goodnight