It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.
"Fuck that! This was definitely the worst of times," Rob thought as he stepped from the shower. He was in the foulest of moods. It started bad and quickly traveled down a slippery slope to piss poor, to outright crotchety. "And with the fucking day starting out with great promise," Rob thought.
"Damn them!" Rob said to no one in particular. "GOD DAMN THEM!" he corrected himself as he thought of his three so called golf friends. They had backed out of their game today "Just because of a small class 4 hurricane," that was supposed to track directly over them only to change paths at the last minute, leaving him with a beautiful day and with no one to play golf.
"May they rot in hell!" Rob cursed the local weatherman, NOAA, and National Weather Service (who got it wrong AGAIN) and God, Allah, Jehovah, Odin, or whoever makes the weather. How could they let a day of golf end as a day of yard work? "How?" He said. "Why Me?" he ...
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