Happy Craig

Roll-on Tears

I couldn’t get my key to turn in the deadbolt of my apartment, which was just par for the course of the kind of day I was having. I was already feeling guilty for calling it quits an hour early, and all I could think about was this was some kind of sign that I should just turn around and go back to work. My decision was made for me at the last possible moment, when the lock turned, and before I knew it, I was already halfway through the door. I was hot, and sweaty, my hair was soaked, my clothes were stuck to my skin, and about as miserable as you could be. The air was off during the day to save a dime, so my apartment was like a sauna, and smelled like someone started a gym in a speak-easy. “What else?,” I said in my out loud voice to the air you could feel on your face. “You know what?” I answered back, “I just don’t care.” There was nothing else that could go wrong with my day, at that moment.