Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Whenever G and I read about someone's poor judgment or honest mistake leading to catastrophic consequences, we comment "there's someone who had a bad day at work." Sometimes it's an understatement, like when a truck driver takes a turn too fast and rolls his load of combustible jet fuel all over the freeway, starting an apartment fire in a nearby neighborhood. Sometimes it's even a little humorous, like when the waiter in a hurry stacks the plates too high and loses it all. But we always feel empathic because, let's face it, we've all been there in one way or another.

So here's one for the bad day department that made my heart go out to the poor guy.

Take one nice dad, a 40-something professor of archaeology at the University of Michigan, out with his 7-year-old son to see a ball game in Detroit. (Maybe he's a little unaware of ads and pop culture and such.

Add one very deceptively labelled bottle of alcoholic lemonade. And one very unclear sign at the concession stand.

He gives the lemonade (remember: he thinks it's regular lemonade!) to his son. Who drinks it, on and off, for a couple of innings until an usher notices.

That is the beginning of a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day for this poor parent which proceeds to include the ER, child services taking his son away, two court hearings, being required to move out of his home, etc. etc. It is DAYS before he sees his son again.

Read the full article here and then go thank your lucky stars it wasn't you. Poor guy.

pictures via Detroit Free Press