K.P.
This was my husband's worst day "ever"...
He was late for work one morning because after I had left for work, the cat barfed-up three hair balls on our freshly carpeted stairs (custom cut designer carpeting that we had "splurged" on).
He gets to work and starts his on-site excavation (he's an engineer) only to hear a loud explosion and see men jumping out of a giant hole in the ground. He thought they had hit a gas line, but it ended-up being a compressed air line. After some inquiry, he found out that the architect had given him out-dated line maps, so he was digging INCHES from a gas line and thankfully nicked an air pipe.
So.. he gets in his car to come home and half way home realizes that he left his lunch box and coffee mug on his desk. NOT a big deal, but still frustrating because our "back up" lunch box is hot pink.
The poor man comes up the stairs and greets me with a weary "I forgot my lunchbox", walks to the couch to turn on the t.v. and "POP" the t.v. blows. He looked at me, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a beer and said "I'm going to bed."... it was 6:00 and he was done for the night.