I Should Start a Category for Things That Annoy Me

Today has been one of those days where I questioned even getting out of bed.

Nothing seems to have gone right, and the majority of things I can't even write about here for fear of pissing someone off.

Some things on my irritation list today:

1. Traffic - will PennDOT get with the fucking program already and quit trying to perform engineering marvels during rush hour?
2. Work - I'm not even going to touch that one
3. Driving home from work, realizing we have no iced tea at home I would have to stop at the grocery store to get some.
4. Traffic - PennDOT still doesn't understand the term RUSH HOUR. On a Friday, yet.
5. Apparently the entirety of Berks County feels the need to stop at the grocery store on the way home from work.
6. Why do people feel the need to LEAVE THEIR GROCERY CARTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AISLE while they are perusing something 3/4 up the aisle from where they left their cart?
7. And on the subject of grocery carts, if I see one more adult think it's "cute" for their 4-year old to be pushing their cart, I'm going to run my cart into their ankles.
8. Who the hell writes CHECKS for groceries anymore? Get a motherfucking check card, for chrissakes.
9. And if you're going to remain in the stone age and write an actual check, START FILLING OUT THE BASIC INFORMATION WHILE YOUR STUFF IS BEING RUNG UP. What's the shit with waiting until everything is done and bagged, then suddenly reallizing you have a checkbook, fishing it out of your purse, finding a blank check, and having to write everything with the speed of a kindergartener?
10. Spite. If you're going to spite something, spite me, not my dog. Don't mess with my dog. That one's been bugging me for a couple of weeks. I'll leave it at that.
11. Wait, I'm not going to leave it at that. Don't always say that you absolutely hate and have no respect for people who are spiteful, then do spiteful things yourself. Now I'll leave it at that.
12. And the Mother Of My Irritation today I can't even write about. I'll just codename it GRASS and move on.

All the Famous Amos cookies and Bryer's Light Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream in the world wouldn't help my mood today. Sometimes I wonder if it's even worth interacting with people at large. I'm wondering lately if it's me or "them". Am I the one that's on the outside, that doesn't get it?

Sometimes, I think so.