Rose: This has been the worst day of my life.
Dorothy: Honey, what happened to you?
Rose: First, my alarm didn't go off so I was late to work, and then I had a flat tire on the way, and when I finally got there, I smashed my hand in the door. Oh, I feel like crawling under the covers and eating Velveeta right out of the box.
Dorothy: I hear B.B. King does that when he's tired of singing the blues.