Think your day is going bad? Well here's a little perspective to make you feel better.
"You see? Nothing. Especially in the seat."
All right then...let's start this daily dose of The Daily Bad by raising the bar of badness ...slowly.
Slow because it seems a pair of very slow gentlemen in Morocco thought they could help a friend satisfy his yearning to travel to Spain, by using the immigration fast lane...the one without the usual encumbering and bothersome details like visas and passports. Their solution was to employ a disguise. Not a rubber nose and wig, mind you, but seat springs and vinyl. To accomplish this they removed the upholstery foam from the front seat of their motor car and replaced it with their wander-lusting friend. They then attempted to drive the vehicle casually through a Spanish border checkpoint pretending that their friend was the passenger seat. To further the effect, one of the men actually sat on the stowaway, and did his best to project an air of Moroccan nonchalance.
Apparently, projecting Moroccan nonchalance while sitting on an illegal immigrant disguised as a car seat is more difficult than it might seem. Border authorities quickly became suspicious of the uncomfortable looking rider and insisted on investigating further. All it took was one investigators hand slid between what he mistakenly thought were seat cushions, and the jig was up.
According to a report published originally the U.K.'s Telegraph, and recirculated via Yahoo News, the Moroccans were arrested, and the stowaway was taken to a detention center where he is making lots of new friends who all want to sit on him.
Slow because it seems a pair of very slow gentlemen in Morocco thought they could help a friend satisfy his yearning to travel to Spain, by using the immigration fast lane...the one without the usual encumbering and bothersome details like visas and passports. Their solution was to employ a disguise. Not a rubber nose and wig, mind you, but seat springs and vinyl. To accomplish this they removed the upholstery foam from the front seat of their motor car and replaced it with their wander-lusting friend. They then attempted to drive the vehicle casually through a Spanish border checkpoint pretending that their friend was the passenger seat. To further the effect, one of the men actually sat on the stowaway, and did his best to project an air of Moroccan nonchalance.
Apparently, projecting Moroccan nonchalance while sitting on an illegal immigrant disguised as a car seat is more difficult than it might seem. Border authorities quickly became suspicious of the uncomfortable looking rider and insisted on investigating further. All it took was one investigators hand slid between what he mistakenly thought were seat cushions, and the jig was up.
According to a report published originally the U.K.'s Telegraph, and recirculated via Yahoo News, the Moroccans were arrested, and the stowaway was taken to a detention center where he is making lots of new friends who all want to sit on him.
"Hey Ma! Wasn't a coon...It was Earl!"
And perhaps if federal police finding your best friend under your ass disguised as your car seat doesn't strike you as a particularly Bad Day, then how about your son finding your ex-boyfriend...LIVING IN YOUR ATTIC???
Would that qualify?
Well just ask Tracy, a Rock Hill, SC mother of five who thought the mysterious noises that had been coming from her attic for two weeks straight were an animal, or at worst, a ghost.
Until she sent her son and nephew up to investigate. According to reports in the Charlotte Observer and on local news stations, what they found was not a possum, not a poltergeist, but, there among piles of blankets and plastic cups of human waste, was the former boyfriend of Tracy, whom she had dumped ten years before.
Some fellas just can't let go.
The man came down from the attic, offered no explanation, smiled, and left. He has since disappeared and police have been unable to locate him.
Tracy has since changed her locks.
Would that qualify?
Well just ask Tracy, a Rock Hill, SC mother of five who thought the mysterious noises that had been coming from her attic for two weeks straight were an animal, or at worst, a ghost.
Until she sent her son and nephew up to investigate. According to reports in the Charlotte Observer and on local news stations, what they found was not a possum, not a poltergeist, but, there among piles of blankets and plastic cups of human waste, was the former boyfriend of Tracy, whom she had dumped ten years before.
Some fellas just can't let go.
The man came down from the attic, offered no explanation, smiled, and left. He has since disappeared and police have been unable to locate him.
Tracy has since changed her locks.
"...you didn't hear this from me."
But, if your definition of a Bad Day is less about attic squatting ex-beaus who don't appreciate your privacy, and more about barnyard residents who don't appreciate your cooking, then the baddest day of this Bad Day batch has to be that of the 69-year-old Coquille, Oregon farmer who went out to slop his hogs last week but ended up being eaten by them instead.
Last seen heading out to feed his animals, the man's partially eaten remains were later discovered in a hog pen by a family member who went looking for the farmer after he failed to return from his chores.
Though leaning towards the likelihood of an accident, investigators so far have not been able to determine a specific cause of death. In a statement to The Register-Card, however, the local district attorney indicated that the possibility of foul play is being investigated as well. Hampering the investigation is the lack of human witnesses and the refusal of any of the other barnyard animals to officially go on the record.
Stymied by this barnyard code of silence, frustrated investigators are rumored to be looking into a previous incident where a 700lb sow allegedly bit the farmer after he stepped on her piglet. Authorities have been quick to downplay any rumors of barnyard gang involvement or terrorist activity, but off-the-record they concede the possibility of revenge, or a crime of passion. Added one observer, "...Or it could just be that he tasted really good. Anything's possible. They're animals."
Last seen heading out to feed his animals, the man's partially eaten remains were later discovered in a hog pen by a family member who went looking for the farmer after he failed to return from his chores.
Though leaning towards the likelihood of an accident, investigators so far have not been able to determine a specific cause of death. In a statement to The Register-Card, however, the local district attorney indicated that the possibility of foul play is being investigated as well. Hampering the investigation is the lack of human witnesses and the refusal of any of the other barnyard animals to officially go on the record.
Stymied by this barnyard code of silence, frustrated investigators are rumored to be looking into a previous incident where a 700lb sow allegedly bit the farmer after he stepped on her piglet. Authorities have been quick to downplay any rumors of barnyard gang involvement or terrorist activity, but off-the-record they concede the possibility of revenge, or a crime of passion. Added one observer, "...Or it could just be that he tasted really good. Anything's possible. They're animals."
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