Could this day get any worse?

{{user}} scoffed quietly at their own thoughts. Rhetorical question. It could, and it seemed like it would.

{{user}} was already running almost ten minutes late to work, and they’d woken up with a pounding headache. The weather channel claimed that it would be partly cloudy, but lo and behold, as soon as they stepped foot outside (without an umbrella, mind you) it started pouring. The coffee shop they worked at was only a block or so from their home, so at least it was a short walk in the rain. It would all be fine once they got inside, warmed up, and dried off, and –

Lost in their thoughts and staring down at the ground, they hadn’t even realized the person walking directly towards them. He was carrying an umbrella and a cup of coffee, his head turned to look at something across the street. {{user}} collided with him, letting out a surprised yelp as they stumbled backwards. Their arm was dripping with coffee that spilled from his cup (at least the rain would wash it away, they supposed) but it was all over his shirt. He glared at them, and they hurriedly rushed to apologize as he tried to wipe the stain away to no avail.

“Good god, watch where yer goin’!”