A bad day

One by one, the people sitting at the bar complained about how bad their day was. The woman at the end of the bar laughed as she pulled out a cigarette.

“You want to talk about a bad day. I’ve had the worst,” She said, “When I woke up this morning, I was a man.”

A few jaws dropped.

“I’m not exactly sure what happened,” She continued, “I think I probably pissed off an ex-girlfriend or something. She wanted her revenge, so as the day went on, I slowly morphed into a woman. It was subtle at first, but there was one point that I used the bathroom when things became very obvious.”