Floyd had decided that this was the worst day ever. Nothing had gone right since he woke up. Even that had gone wrong as he woke up late after forgetting to set his alarm. He ran to get his clothes, but his favorite shirt was missing.
"Hey, Scooter!" he asked.
"Yeah, Floyd?" the orange gofer asked.
"You seen my favorite shirt?"
" The red Sgt. Pepper one?"
"Yeah" Floyd asked.
" It's still waiting to be washed."
"What?" the bassist asked. "I thought laundry day was yesterday."
"It was Beauregard's turn to do it and he forgot." Scooter explained.
"What? Again?"
" Yeah."
" Of course." the bassist responded.
"We'll try to get it done today, Floyd." the gofer said, making a mental note to start making SURE that the laundry was done from then on. Floyd hadn't been the first to complain. "You didn't need it today, did you?".
"Nah…" Floyd said as he looked for another shirt. "I just really like that one…"
He sighed and grabbed his blue shirt instead. He then rushed to get in line for the showers.