Jesus Christ, it was one of those days. One of those days where everyone and everything was pissing you off and to make it worse, you spilled coffee yourself, this day couldn’t get worse, or so you thought.

Once you found a gas station to clean up, the cashier, a muscular tall brownskin dreadhead named Thomas pointed to your pants, which were soaked and your underwear visible to all.

“Shit you’re looking rough, respectfully.”