Luck in Love

You are having a bad week.

Last Friday was when it started, when your boss at the magazine suddenly let you go. Three years of loyalty and friendship, and that bean-counting bastard hands you a pink slip! Then yesterday your new roommate says she has to vacate. The timing couldn't be worse. In fact, you are convinced that the week just can't get worse, as your debit card is declined at the grocery store and you walk out to your Honda Civic.

But there it is, evidence that it can always get worse: you have two flat tires.

That's it. In an unusual and unholy burst of temper, you fling your gallon of nonfat milk (which you'd bought with the last change in your purse) at the offending tires and scream in frustration.

At that moment, a cute blond clean-cut fellow appears and kindly asks what's wrong.

Choose

A) You are still high-strung and you wheel on him to vent your frustration.

B) You tell him you've had a horrible week, and you appreciate his kindness.