Hank Edison was having a bad day.
Now this wasn't unusual for him, but that didn't improve his situation at all. Nothing did.
To put it bluntly: his life was shit. His job was shit, his house was shit, his luck was shit, his mariage was shit, and his kids were... okay. Sure, the small one was loud and the big one was dumb as a sack of hammers but they were okay. So, he supposed,
his life was only mostly shit. Still a bad day though.
For an explanation as to why this specific day was bad, you would have to start at the beggining.