One Bad Day
One Bad Day "Damn," I cursed under my breath. I had smacked my leg on the corner of the file drawer and it snagged my hose. Now I had a run that ran from my ankle to just above my knee. I turned and opened another drawer that contained my emergency stash. Pushing aside other necessities I looked for a package of stockings but there were none to be found. "Could this day get any worse," I moaned. I had gotten a ticket on the way to work and the cop who stopped me didn't seem to...