My boyfriend had a week like that back in the mid-late nineties. (I didn’t know him then)
He broke up early in the week with his girlfriend, they had a house together and he basically signed off the house to her, walked away from a house in Gatineau with only 30K left on the mortgage. (Felt sorry for her, she had chronic illness, and only worked part time, he was doing well). His car just crapped out a day or two later, so he decided to buy himself a brand new sporty whatever car. He was going to pick it up on Monday
He went out to a club on the weekend, as a single guy. He had his contacts in and his glasses in the pocket of his leather jacket. Jacket got stolen, he lost his glasses too. His contacts are ok, but he really needs new glasses, right away. Monday he gets his eyes checked in preparation for new glasses, and makes chit chat with the people at the opticians. About his new car he is going to get after he’s done here.
Ummmm yeah, about that “driving thing” …
He had reached the visual threshold of being unsafe to drive. Yank went his license, bye bye to the new car, and since his job required the use of a vehicle … he was suddenly unemployed.
Not one of his better weeks. He calls it the week I “lost my girlfriend, my house, my car, my jacket, my glasses license and job all in one week.”
The no driving thing is the only part that really bugs him. It bugs me too when itis minus forty and guess who has to go to the store…