【Nothing goes right】What a day!
"What a day!"
Has there ever been a day when I expressed Mr. Kotoge's scream with such high resolution and as a personal experience?
In life, there are days when the gears don't just fail to mesh, but seem to have physically melted and vanished. Today, I was shut out by the world from every direction, as if it were saying, "There is no place for you here today."
To let these misfortunes end as mere "complaining" would be a creator's defeat. This is a record of a "B-grade comedy movie" that God filmed with me as the lead.
1. It all started in the morning
Everything began with the fact that I couldn't wake up in the morning.
The night before, I had held such noble ideals: "Wake up with the morning sun, drink hot water, and start my activities lightly."
But look at the reality of me. I slept like a log and finally woke up to the sunlight near noon piercing my retinas. In that moment, my "careful living" was downgraded to "sluggish stagnation."
2. A 2-hour round trip that didn't even smell like bread
A little way from my house, there is a bakery that is currently popular on social media.
To get there, I swayed on a train for 40 minutes and walked for 20 minutes from the station, finally arriving. My brain was already filled with the scent of freshly baked wheat, and my stomach was offering a standing ovation of joy.
However, what caught my eye upon arriving in front of the shop was a merciless whiteboard.
"There is no bread for sale today."
…A bakery that doesn't sell bread. Isn't that just a "building that stores flour" at that point?
The clerk continued, saying this.
"The next sale is in 5 days."
The hour-long commute ended as nothing more than "aerobic exercise." I started walking again, clutching my empty, hollow stomach.
3. A chain of "sold out"
If bread is a no-go, then at least some hearty meat.
The next target was a shop famous for its Cuban sandwiches. If I could just sink my teeth into that cheese-melting sandwich, reminiscent of the movie "Chef," the wound from the bakery would surely heal. This shop was also famous enough to be featured in local magazines.
However, before I could point to the menu, "he" appeared once again.
"I'm sorry, the Cuban sandwich is sold out..."
Why? Why is it "that" specifically? It seems fate bought up the one thing I wanted in advance, without even glancing at the other items on the menu.
I gave up looking in that area and moved to another station.
4. The reliable Napolitan
This time, I found a coffee shop that looked quite refined. The master roasts the beans himself, and customers keep coming in. While some were turned away because it was full, I was lucky enough to get a spacious sofa seat without waiting. I thought my luck had finally turned.
Even so, the god of misfortune followed me.
"A blend coffee and a Napolitan, please."
"I'm very sorry, the pasta has just sold out."
Is my past life some kind of war criminal who drove pasta to extinction? The bitterness of the pizza toast and coffee I ordered instead soaked into my withered heart.
It was past 4 o'clock when I left that coffee shop. I was supposed to have come for lunch.
Even if I said that, time wouldn't turn back, so I decided to head to my evening plans.
5. Unlucky until the end
The conclusion of the day.
I had original plans for the evening: dinner with my wife and a friend at the Tokyo Dome Hotel on the 43rd floor, overlooking the night view.
Having a delicious meal and laughing off the comedy of today. That was my final line of defense.
However, what awaited me on the station platform heading to Suidobashi Station were the words "Service Suspended" on the inorganic electronic display board.
A person-on-track accident. Trains not moving.
The accident happened at the station right next to the one I live at, of all places. When the announcement played that there was no prospect of recovery during the rush hour, people flooded the taxi and bus stands, and the area around the station became a chaotic mess.
Naturally, I was significantly late for my appointment with my friend, and it was a day that made me want to scream "What a day!" until the very end.
I finally realized.
"If I'm going to be hated by the world this much, it's almost refreshing. I am now the chosen one, embodying the miracle of 'nothing going according to plan' on Earth."
In the end, I arrived at the hotel just as the main dish was being cleared away.
My friend laughed at me, and I sipped cold soup while gazing at the spectacular view from the 43rd floor. Looking down at the ground, the trains that had tormented me so much were starting to run again, forming a line of light as if nothing had happened.
What a day. No, thank you for the best material, God.