I was in Subway yesterday and ordered my sandwich, on such and such bread with provolone cheese. She cut the bread, put the meat on (time elapsed: maybe 15 seconds) and asked "what kinda cheese did you want?" Holeee shit! Really? I deal with about 200 different ways I could get sued if I screw up my job, but here you just put food onto bread and you can't remember the cheese I just told you? I guess some people will not amount to much.

Also, another peeve... Driving down to my brother's house yesterday was this guy on 6th Ave headed East from I-70- my exit was Sheridan- and he was in the left lane doing about 60 in a 65. Then he proceeded to brake to make sure he didn't go over 60MPH. Trying to pass traffic in the middle lane I get behind him, give him ample time to make a lane change so I can pass, and nothing! I flashed my headlights at him. Nothing. Then an opportunity presented where I could pass him on the right () and I take it. As I pass I honk and give him the finger, he has the gall to give me the finger back! Times like that I really wish I had Q branch to outfit my car with deployable road spikes to flatten his tires a little.