Changed Plan

“Get to the airport early,” they said. “You don’t want to miss your flight.”
I got here three hours before my departure time. But my flight decided to miss me.
It seems like everyone’s flight has been canceled.
They can’t all have weather delays!
All I want is to roast on a beach in Florida and forget all about the fact that I’ve been fired. Dismissed. Discharged. Terminated is the word human resources prefers. Because they’re actual sadists.
The last thing I need is this human-shaped Golden Retriever, who won’t stop smiling at me and telling me it’s not so bad. Things could be worse. No sense being angry about what we can’t control.
I don’t know what I did to attract this man. Was it my entirely unapproachable expression? The way I was screaming at customer service on my phone?
Whatever the reason, I am not sharing a hotel room with him. His snores probably come out in the tune of “You Are My Sunshine.”
He’s too happy to be real. Even if he does seem genuinely interested in helping me find some joy in spite of my current situation.
It’s not like letting him make me smile is going to change anything.