Two Horned Bad

I have a new frame of reference for a bad day. I was looking through a magazine that I picked up at the store recently because I have been too lazy (actually, too busy is a better description) to mail back my books to receive new ones. Inside was a picture of what I would describe as a true bad day. It involves the running of the bulls in Spain which has never made any sense to me, and I almost always cheer for the bulls to take out as many people as possible before they are brutally slaughtered. Anyway, this picture made me feel the pain of the stupid people that decide that running in front of an armed and angry animal might be a fun way to spend a morning. This awesome bull caught the best hit of his life and managed to stick two guys on his horns at the same time and got them both by ramming his horns up their rears. Now THAT is a bad day to be skewered onto a bulls horn by your rear end and then to look over and see that on his other horn, that's your brother. That is a two horned bad day. I may have to deal with the occasional rampaging preschooler or tempremental parent, but the odds are greatly in my favor that I am not going to end up with a horn in my rear. It will take a lot to make it a two horned bad day. For the bull, well it was the worst day of his poor cud chewing heart. I bet there was a great BBQ somewhere shortly afterwards and I wonder if those guys at least got a piece of him in return.....