my toe hurts

You know how when you're standing there in your hotel room in your bare feet and you try to hang the iron up in the little rack in the closet, and the electrical cord whips down and the metal progs of the plug smack you right on the base of your big toenail and it hurts so bad you want to hurl the iron thru the mirrored closet door, resulting in arrest and/or expulsion from the hotel, followed by loss of contract when you arrive the next morning at the client site unshaven and unshowered, and your wife leaves you and takes the kids when the bank repossesses your house, and you end up sleeping on picnic tables and eating bugs and drinking Red Thunder for breakfast?
I hate that.