Is this restricted to Christmas? The only really bad holiday I’ve ever had, though some have been less than perfect, was my Anti-Valentines day. I was in grad school and was pulling into my driveway after a long, rather stressful day at school and noticed that an arrangement of flowers, purple irises, my favorite, had been delivered to me. They were sitting on the steps leading up to my apartment. I was alone then and figured they had to be from my parents, which was kind of pathetic to begin with, but at least someone was thinking of me, at least someone cared. Then, on the way to my apartment, I stepped in some dog shit, courtesy of my neighbors pooch. Then, when I got to my stairs and read the card on the flowers, I discovered that they were supposed to have beeen delivered to 235 W. 34th St. not 235 E. 34th St. where I lived. So after I cleaned the dog shit off of my shoe, I had to call the florist to tell them that the flowers had been delivered to the wrong address. Then they came and took my beautiful purple irises away, to be delivered to someone who, well, someone that wasn’t me. That was one bad Valentines Day. :)