[*]Getting stuck behind some nimrod who insists upon writing a check for two items in the Express Lane.
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When I worked at the supermarket, I dealt with this shit all the time. It was especially worse when I was waiting behind him, waiting to take my break, and losing precious seconds because he doesn't have $1.74 on him like most fucking people.
Most of my minor grievances come from driving. I'm one of those guys who always seems to get stuck behind the dipshit going 60 miles an hour in the left lane, but won't move over to let me pass him despite the entire right lane being open.
Being stuck in traffic always gets my goat. The entire concept of traffic is mindblowing to me. How does it ALWAYS happen? If you do your job and, you know, DRIVE, there is enough room for everybody at all times. Especially where I am, the commute down into Boston in the mornings is always a fucking nightmare. But seriously, how does traffic even begin? Who's the one asshole that cut someone off, thus, causing a mass influx of brake pedalling? I think about these things when in traffic.
Jam it back in, in the dark.