In honor of the crappy day I had today (which included having two endorsed checks fly away in the wind from the drive-in teller window … never to be seen again, dealing with downpours while not being able to get my driver’s side window raised), I’m tipping my hat to Martin Scorsese’s brilliantly dark and demented 1985 comedy “After Hours” which deals with one man’s similarly sh–ty series of events over a 12-hour period. I’ve booked an appointment with my therapist, Jack Daniels, tonight.