Self-important prick in the express lane at Trader Joe’s today with 32 items in his basket. Excuse me? Can’t count? I’m counting the bananas as 1 item, not half a dozen. Yeah, the other lines are long, but suck it up you little bitch.

On the way home traffic backed up something fierce. But I was in the far left lane, which in this case is an exit lane. Lots of yellow signs indicating such, and a big, solid white line separating exiting traffic from through traffic. So if I’m in the exit lane, why am I crawling along like everybody to the right of me? Oh, Mercedes GL driver blocking everybody trying to exit because she wants to get ahead a few carlengths. Screw you. Thankfully my horn doesn’t work, but my non-tinted replacement window on the right side did allow me to give a nice one-finger salute to this annoying little @#$%.

Due to illness, today was the first time I’d been out of the house in days, and after dealing with these twits I wish I had stayed in...