Wind

The other day, I was sitting outside at recess at a table. I was trying to read Jane Eyre, but the water bottle I used to hold it down kept rearing up and rolling away. I was very annoyed, not only because I now had to actually hold the freezing cold bottle in my hand, but also because I couldn't read anymore since the pages were flapping around like there was no tomorrow. So I ended up just stuck standing there in the wind. It was one of those times where it's just like, "Oh, come on, can't something go right just once?" Little, but infuriating. Ever have those moments?