Today's OneWord: Accused

Within the same day, I had been nearly killed by an oncoming maniac in an SUV, served a terrible sandwich at the local diner, and accused of speeding by a bumbling police officer who couldn't see the difference between 25 and 30. By the time I got home, I was tired, cranky, and unwilling to interact with anyone that wasn't my calico cat, Prissy. Who ironically had been the least prissy out every moron I had dealt with that day.