Here's a true story from my truck driving days.
What a crappy week I had.
Current mood: sick
Sooo... I get to work (my truck) and send off a message that I am ready for dispatch, and start to clean house. I get a message telling me to go to Avilla and get a load going to Utica, NY. It picks up tomorrow (tuesday) and delivers wednesday. Then he says it's ready today. Sure, whatever, I go get it, and head out. I stop in Erie PA for the afternoon/night, watch tv and surf the web. (I can get online anywhere I can get a phone signal) I screw around the next morning and head on in to Utica. I stop for the night again just outside of town and again boot up the laptop. This is pretty cool! Wednesday morning I go inside and get some food from BK. I eat and don't feel so good. After a bit I barfed in a plastic bag. And again. I take my two bags of puke and go back inside for some juice, throwing out the barf on my way before going into town.
I deliver my load, but not before I hit a stupid tree branch and screw up the top of my truck. Fortunately it's not very noticeable, and not going to leak. As I'm sitting there getting unloaded, I get sick again. I now have barf bag number three in my hand, and notice a small hole in the side... I put it in my trash can behind the passenger seat. Now the trash can is almost full, and this makes it a little top heavy... (surely you can see where this is headed...) Ok, now I'm feeling better, and I leave the receiver. On my way out of town I make a right turn... the trash falls over... the the bag leaks... I have a river of orange puke running up between the seats. I can't reach it, I can't stop... yes I can. I upright the can and put the bag back in and get back on the toll road headed for the nearest service plaza.