You get behind the wheel of your car and start the engine, exhausted from a long Friday at work. Your manager had scolded you earlier for "horribly irresponsible time managining". Admittedly, you had indeed spent more than enough time viewing a number of YouTube videos... but still, being chewed out was painful. Pulling out of the parking lot, you watch smugly as the office building disappears from your sight. Two whole days of weekend to enjoy away from that dismal place! You push your speed up a few notches as you make your way onto the highway, perhaps exceeding the speed limit just a little in your excitement to return to your home.
Your mind wanders as you proceed as fast as reasonable with the rush-hour traffic clogging the highway. At first, your thoughts consist of regret for not regarding your manager's reprimands in a more serious light. Naturally, you become bored of this serious thought, and your thoughts diverge to your YouTube escapades, and you recall a particular fan-made parody of the Swat Kats TV show that you had encountered during your video browsing. Humming the intro tune to the show, you continue driving your car down the highway. With the dense traffic, it's an excruciating drive, and you barely manage to not die of boredom before reaching the off-ramp. Familiar sights welcome you as you near your relatively rural home. Being situated in a forested, spread-out neighborhood, your home offers quiet relaxation and privacy. Its not the most attractive or well-furnished house, but you still love it.
Finally, you make the last turn onto the winding dirt road which snakes its way towards your house. The house now in sight, your heart leaps for joy: "free time at last," you muse aloud. Your commute terminates in your garage, where you shut off your car and leap out the door, slamming it behind you. Throwing open the door to your house, you dash inside, tossing your car keys onto their hook and making your way towards the kitchen. Rounding the corner, you spot your target: the refrigerator. But your Friday joy is instantly shattered when you realize that something is horribly wrong with your kitchen.