Let's all play a fun spirited game of top that. You know how it goes, you just told a friend about a funny, horrible, challenging day and they follow with, "oh yeah, listen to this." So here goes.
About 2 years ago my cousin had invited my kids, 2 of them at the time and expecting the third, to her house to celebrate her daughters birthday. I was over 1 1/2 drive, but we were excited to see them. I got us there with out much of a problem. However, by the time we got there the party had been canceled. We decided to just hang out, do a little shopping and have dinner together. Towards the end of the day the kids were acting wild and my cousins baby got her fingers smashed in the door. My kids were not at fault, but I could feel my cousin tossing the blame their way. So, I thought it was a good time to leave. I felt awful and of course began to worry about how things were left. Anyway, we got caught in traffic. Really bad traffic. What should have been the first hour of traffic took us 3 hours. My kids, being little, were out of patience. I pulled over at a Target that was about 30 miles from my home. I thought after they were able to use the restroom, have a diaper change, walk around a bit and get a snack the ride home would be much better. We stopped in the restrooms first. Oh how I wish I would have just drove home. We all went into the stall together. My son finished his business and then it was my turn. While sitting there my son decided to open the door to leave, so I jumped up and stuck out my naked right leg to hold the door shut. While trying to shimmy into my pants my daughter started to quickly unroll a full roll of toilet paper. So my right hand shot out to stop her. With most limbs occupied I leaned back to flush and as soon as I did, I heard plop, plop, flush. I reached in my pocket to find my keys, my big wad of every key I have ever owned along with numerous chains were gone. GONE, sometimes you can't even get the paper to go down, but no, my keys went down. I was just sick. I went to find the manager so I could get help. We plunged and plunged. Nothing. I started searching for my cell phone to call my husband for help. I couldn't find it. Now, think back to what happened, plop, plop, flush. That's right two plops, no phone. So, a big wad of keys and a cell phone down the pipes never to be seen again. The night did not improve from there. We waited for almost an hour for help. The kids drenched themselves in the complimentary you flushed everything down the toilet soda. After wrapping them in my jacket we ran outside to find there was a freak snow storm. All the way home I sang "So you had a bad day....).
Okay, your turn. Top that story. Email it to me and next Friday I will feature the top stories. firstname.lastname@example.org
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