[ WP ] Your unlucky , minor , inconveniences every day turn out to be extraordinary , life changing events for others . Tell us about your day today .

**Me** 
 
 I run for the bus. It did n't even stop. `` WHAT THE HELL'' I yell after it. I was on time. I hate the CTA. I just walked from work to home. 
 
 **On the bus** 
 
 I could n't believe someone was having birth on the bus. The passengers were trying to calm the lady down, and I continued to yell `` Be calm, we're almost there!''. I definitely did n't forget how close the hospital was. I passed the Fullerton stop, and almost as soon as I passed it, I heard `` WHAT THE HELL'' from outside. I said my sorry's, but there was no time to call the ambulance. 
 
 **Me** 
 
 The walk tired me out, so I stopped off at my favorite bar, Schuba's. I tried the door and it was locked. The `` Closed'' sign wiggled with the force I tugged at the door. 
 
 `` What the hell, its like 7pm.'' 
 
 I kicked the door one last time, and continued my walk home 
 
 **In the bar** 
 
 I wiggled my hands a bit, the tape was still so tight. I mumbled through the gag to my coworker across the bar, trying to tell her to calm down. She continued crying through her gag. 
 
 `` WHERE IS THE FUCKING MONEY'' the thieves yelled from my office. 
 
 They came back out, feet crunching on the broken glass. Guns aimed at me. They tore out my gag, my mouth bled a bit. 
 
 `` Its in the safe, please... it's in there... all of it''. I started to cry. 
 
 `` YOU'RE LYING. AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO LIARS? THEY GET SHOT'' 
 
 All the sudden, there was a kick at the door. 
 
 `` Oh shit. That's the sign. Lets blow this joint, we still have the liquor'' the thieves said amongst themselves. 
 
 The footsteps crunched swiftly out, and softer as they exited back out of the alley door. 
 
 I said my prayers. 
 
 **Me** 
 
 How could this day get any worse. I could n't possibly get... 
 
 I tripped and fell face first into the snow. 
 
 `` WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME TODAY'' I yelled. 
 
 I kicked the snow repeatedly out of anger. And kept walking into my apartment. 
 
 **Nearby House** 
 
 `` YOU ARE SUCH A BITCH'' he screamed, knocking over another bottle. 
 
 `` YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE DARREN, GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE'' I yelled through tears. I did not know why he was so angry with me lately, but enough was enough. 
 
 `` FINE I DO N'T GIVE A SHIT'' he stormed to our room and I heard the tearing of clothes off of hangers. It was finally happening, I wanted to say stop, but I did n't want to be hurt. 
 
 `` Why do you treat me like this'' I said, not as loud. He still heard me though, which prompted him to storm to the living room. The light from the largest window in the house illuminated his grimance 
 
 `` Because we do n't fit together. I ca n't marry you. You are a different person now!'' he taunted. 
 
 A look out the window to avoid his glance. Almost at the same moment, a man in a suit was walking briskly down the sidewalk. He slipped, and fell face first into a pile of snow and laid there for a few seconds. I warped my face into trying not to laugh. 
 
 `` Heh...'' I heard from beside me 
 
 I looked to see Darren, trying his best to hold a laugh too. We both looked deep into each others eyes, and we laughed, and laughed, and laughed and hugged, and unpacked. 
 
 I do n't know who that man was, but he saved my marriage. All because of his face full of snow. 
 
 **Me** 
 
 What else could go wrong today... seriously... 
 
 My eyes were focused on the ground. Intently making sure I did n't overlook something that would make me fall onto the ground. All the sudden, I swiftly went past a little glimmer. I stopped and stared at it, it was buried in a bit of snow. It looked like paper. 
 
 I uncovered it, to find it was a lottery ticket. 
 
 And all the scratches showed four `` Win $ 1 Million Dollars'' 
 
 **Earlier that day** 
 
 `` SWEETIE WERE RICH'' I said, hoisting my daughter in the air. She giggled and gurgled. The gas station guy could n't believe it. I actually won $ 1 Million Dollars! 
 
 We ran to the car, I buckled her in her car seat. And we set off, I hooted and hollered. 
 
 `` HOLD IT SWEETIE, HOLD YOUR COLLEGE FUTURE!'' 
 
 The lottery ticket was nestled in between her tiny little 2 year old hands. I could barely keep my eyes on the road as we sped down the street! 
 
 `` I CANT BELIEVE IT! TELL DADDY WHO IS PAYING FOR THE NEW HOUSE?'' 
 
 A happy gurgle sounded from behind me, I looked back to see her hands waving in the air, a super happy face, an open window, and a ticket nowhere to be seen.
