Flash Fiction - 7

Bad Day

He drummed his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as his car inched along the freeway. "What a perfect end to the day," he thought to himself.
The day had started badly when he walked out to his car that morning to find out that it had a flat tire. Fixing it by calling AAA meant he had to reschedule his 9 o'clock meeting and that hadn't made his manager happy. His presentation during the rescheduled meeting hadn't gone as well as he had hoped and a frustrating issue had forced him to request a deadline extension on a key project.
And now this. Stuck in traffic just a few exits away from his house. It took another half hour to get to his house, something that usually took 5 minutes.
As he unlocked the door and trudged in tired and weary, his wife came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands. "So how was your day?"
His daughter too came running to him from her room. "I was the student of the day today in school Appa," she said. "I answered all the questions correctly and did everything faster than everyone else."
He smiled as he saw his daughter's proud face and noticed the gold-colored sticker pinned to her dress.
"Oh, it was a great day," he said to his wife as he picked his daughter up and kissed her.