Because your boss just asked you to take a conference call with a key customer on the Friday of the long weekend. Or because your husband and 11-year-old son were run over by a deranged man in a two-tonne truck on your 40th birthday trip to Nice?
Because you got stuck behind a woman in a minivan turning left into the daycare. Or because your boyfriend had four bullets pumped into him during a routine traffic inspection?
Because the barista at your coffee shop made you repeat your order twice. Or because you were gunned down while on duty in an ambush in Baton Rouge?
Because the wait for your patio table at dinner was ten minutes longer than the hostess promised. Or because your 21-year-old nephew lost his footing while hiking in the B.C. alpine with his friends and fell 200 metres to his death?
Because the air conditioning in your home isn’t working and you’re in the middle of a heat wave. Or because your neighbour was murdered in her own bedroom, along with her nine-year-old granddaughter?
Because the subway was delayed 20 minutes and you got to work late. Or because your uncle, a renowned geologist, was killed by helicopter gunfire commanded by rebel troops while protesting against the attempted 24-hour coup in your nation’s capital?
Because you had to slam your breaks when someone cut you off on the highway to make a quick exit and you spilled your coffee. Or because your dad slipped and fell into Albion Falls and drowned in front of you and your family while hiking?
Because there was a baby two rows behind you on your flight home who cried at least twice. Or because you nosedived into the runway performing for 20,000 air show fans at Cold Lake Alberta?
Because your neighbours had a party and woke you up at 2AM last night. Or because your brother strangled your sister while she was sleeping in her own bed, to protect the family’s honour because she posted something online?
Because I didn’t write an uplifting blog. Or?