The Worst Tuesday Ever

"It's okay, you don't have to love me," I said pleadingly, "Just please don't leave me, I swear, I will give you all of it." I looked deep into those brown eyes, putting myself at his mercy, or er- her mercy? The duck quacked loudly before turning around and waddling away, rejecting the piece of bread in my outstretched palm. "Fuck you duck!" I screamed, throwing the bread crumb. I leaned back on the park bench, looking at the cloudy sky. First my boyfriend dumps me, then a duck rejects my bread. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths. Then, I felt a cold wet drop on my forehead. The sky opened up, and it began to pour. I snapped my head forward, in disbelief. Of course. Across the park I heard the sounds of joyful quacking and water splashing. Well, at least the ducks were happy.