The morning didn't start off well for James Hoyle. He spilled coffee on his favorite white T-shirt, so instead of opening the auto repair shop, he had to spend half an hour washing his clothes until they washed out.

Taking an energy drink instead of the spilled coffee and wearing a black T-shirt instead of a white one, James went down to the first floor, to his auto repair shop. Descending the stairs, the man tripped and dropped a can of drink.

fuck, what kind of day is this today - he thought, nervously running his hand through his hair.

The man cleaned up, washing the stairs on which the energy drink had spilled, and threw the half-empty can in the trash. The Universe would have been too generous if the failures had stopped there.

He opened the door of the auto repair shop and stood in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest and looking the man who had just been furiously pounding on that damn door from head to toe.

"I only service expensive cars and motorcycles," Hoyle said with an impenetrable face.