People Are Asshats
When your day begins with touching up your makeup in the public restroom of a very posh hotel and then your makeup application is interrupted by a complete stranger crashing into the bathroom, running over to the sink next to you and then vomiting violently into it, you can take it in one of two ways:
Way one: Really, your day can only go up from here, or:
Way two: It is a bad omen - a harbinger of really, really bad things to come.
In my case, it was way #2.