Bad Day, Worse Day

When I was in high school I sometimes played a silly game with a friend. It was "bad day, worse day." The first person thinks of a BAD scenario, and the second person thinks of what could make it WORSE (and/or comical).

It goes something like this:
BAD DAY: On the way to work in the morning, you get stuck in a 45-minute traffic jam.
WORSE DAY: AND you ate four bran muffins for breakfast.
BAD DAY: Your date notices you picking your nose.
WORSE DAY: It was a football date, and everyone else looking at the jumbo-screen saw it, too.

And so, I found myself saying "Bad day...worse day!" when this happened to me in real-life yesterday:

BAD DAY: While shopping, I got 25 one-dollar bills, to use over the next few weeks to pay my kids allowance. I stuffed the roll in my back jeans pocket and forget about it, until later, when dinner was boiling over and the baby was crying for a diaper change and the kids were fighting. I planned to take care of everything just as soon as I relieved my bladder, so I ran in the bathroom, whipped down the jeans and....the roll of bills flipped out of my pocket and landed in the toilet!

WORSE DAY: I didn't notice the bills in the water until AFTER, uh, they got even WETTER. Then I had to fish them out, set them aside until the other emergencies were resolved, and later spend some time washing them in soapy water and laying them out to dry.

BAD DAY: You get roped into money laundering.
WORSE DAY: It's the kind of money laundering that involves toilet water.