Tell Us: What's the Worst Part of Your Day?

aaargh_colorIn the morning, my parents eat breakfast and read the newspaper. Their hearing ads remain upstairs in the bedroom.

I spend my mornings screaming so they can hear. They spend their mornings yelling that they can't hear me because they aren't wearing their ears.

This morning, Kevin, who shovels the driveway, arrived at 7:25 a.m. because my dad asked him to come at 7:30. Kevin rang the doorbell on the door in the breakfast room and then, as he waited for someone to answer the door, began shoveling the driveway by the window in the breakfast room. Although I'm working at another area of the house, I hear the doorbell. I go to the kitchen to see if my parents hear that Kevin has arrived. My parents continue eating their breakfast, undisturbed by the doorbell and the guy outside the window shoveling. I try to explain that Kevin is here, has rang the doorbell. My dad yells that he can't hear me. I scream that Kevin is here.

It's the worst for me. I have a feeling, though, that you've got it worse.

So, I wonder: What's the worst part of your day?

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