Leenna 23 Jul 2014 What I Want Bad days can always get better. I sit there at the bar with a drink in my hand. This day couldn’tpossibly get any worse. Just as I think the words, here comes some hotshot guy trying to rain on my parade. Not that it already hasn’t, I just don’t want to be bothered. “You havin’ a bad day there honey?” To think I could make it any more apparent. I glance at him sideways and give him my what-do-you-think-stupid look. He’s tall, fairly handsome, and a cowb...