I was riding my Trike to work, this 4th of July morning, and hit a pothole in the bike lane. I knew it was there and normally dodge it by swinging out into the road on my left. Unfortunately, there was a car there, and the pothole threw my water cup out of the rear basket and into the street.

Where the car ran over it. I spun around and grabbed it from the road, knowing it was toast, and continued on to work. We had a barbecue today at the pool and I missed my water cup. It was crushed beyond repair.

I also earned my money today. A lot of tenants tried to hit the beach this morning, and there was no room for anyone there, so they came back and jammed the pool.

Combined with Hugh Mac's barbecue at the Tiki, where outsiders from all around town brought food for everyone, my day was tough. I had to tell the outsiders they couldn't use the pool, even though all the tenants with wristbands were eating the food.

Sometimes this nice job sucks, but it is what it is. And I'm spending this 4th of July evening alone in the trailer, with my crushed cup.