First I had to work late.
Then I discovered that I'd locked my keys in the car.
But the last straw was learning that roadside service couldn't get a locksmith to me for at least two hours.
Finally the guy showed, looking tired and annoyed.
As he struggled with my door, I joked,
"Do those Slim Jim tools come in purse-size?"
"Yeah," he muttered. "They're called keys."