When the system breaks down his blood pressure goes high. Small things manifest into unmanageable events. They rule the moment and the moment after. They become the day.
It’s a day of confusion. Too many people coming and going with not enough “in” and “out” signs to keep track of everybody. He even puts on a pair of blue jeans for the occasion.
The food grows cold. The clock hands turn.
He is given a little clip-on button that says “Happy Father’s Day”. He shakes his head.
It’s not happy at all. In fact, it is terrible.