Kate

I woke up this morning with one of those dull, annoying headaches that love to visit me. I'm not exactly in a bad mood because of it, but it has made me very sensitive to little pet peevish things going on around me. My trip to Starbucks this morning was an excellent example of Things That Annoy Kate. It's also an excellent examplet of Kate Is Occasionally Anal and Unreasonable, but we'll overlook that for the time being.

- There was an open space right near the store that no one could use because the person in the space next to it was too far over the line for anyone to fit. Learn to park, people! If you don't get it right the first time, BACK UP AND TRY AGAIN! Repeat until your car is properly situated and not a nuisance to everyone else! And I don't give a shit how much you love your car or how badly you want to protect it from scratches and dings. You are not entitled to more than one parking space. Get over yourself. If you want to be extra safe, park far away from the store and walk the extra distance. You are not more important than me.

- The woman behind me in line would not stay behind me. She kept standing beside me. I hate that. We were not there together, and this is a line. Stand behind me so that it is obvious that a) you are in line, and b) I am before you in line. Having you stand next to me makes me feel like you are trying to jump ahead of me, and that makes me edgy and peevish.

- When I got to the little counter with all the sweeteners and whatnots, there was a guy yakking on his cell phone and blocking access to all the coffee additives. He did move when I said "Pardon me", so at least he wasn't a total jackass, but it would have been nice if he'd been aware enough of his surroundings to realize he was not standing in a good spot to have a long phone conversation.

- The same dude with the cell phone then began to fix his coffee. Apparently his cup was too full for him to add cream, so he poured coffee into the trash can to make room. Hello, genius, 'trash can' does not = 'sink'. Coffee is liquid. Walk the five steps back to the counter and I'd bet the nice barista would be happy to pour a little off for you. Now whoever the unfortunate employee is that takes out the trash will have a real mess on their hands if anything has punctured that bag.

Ok, that's all the grumbling I have for now. Back to work.