Are you having a 2.4 day?
I don't know how the subject of bad days came up in conversation, because I was having anything but a bad day. Perched on a wooden bench on a bluff overlooking the glistening rolls of Lake Erie, I sat with a delightful gentleman enjoying the same seat and view. Among other professions, he told me he is a teacher at a prison in a town south of Cleveland, Ohio. He told me a story that occurred on a test day in one of his classes.

