I'm not a cry baby but a crappy day is a crappy day. The ?$%& hit the fan at work, my company is jerking me around, and nothing like a 6-inch piece of #3 rebar finding its way into the center of your tire. Gosh I love changing flats on a dusty, windy, and hot job-site. What a day. I wish I said I feel better but I don't. But I did vent. Feel free to join in and be "mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore".