One time, during the final hours of a very busy delivery day, my bicycle completely broke down in the outskirts of the city - in front of a lonely little farm. Some lovely folks there did their best to help, but none had the tools to fix a bike in such a bad state. I was already in overtime and ended up having to call my father and have him bring me his bike so I could finish the route. I got home real late and tired that day and can confidently call it the worst day I've had on the job.
The good thing is that every day since has been better.
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