Bad Day Blues by K.S. MurphyAlex slams the freezer closed, personally offended by the lack of his favorite flavor of ice cream. This appliance should be stocked full of it at all times, and everyone who lives here knows it. All two of them. Of course, when the freezer door slams, all the mail on top of it falls and the refrigerator did that on purpose, Alex knows it.
He grumbles as he bends to pick everything back up. Not bothering to reorganize any of it, Alex tosses all the envelopes onto the kitchen table. That’ll teach the fridge a lesson. Now it can’t have the letters back.
Still in his work clothes, Alex goes into the bedroom to change. Tie always goes first. Today, it gets flung somewhere in the corner; he doesn’t care where. If Alex could get away with it, he wouldn’t bother with
