Lots of little things make me mad:

- forever fumbling around for my keys or lighter cause I've got way too many pockets going on

- hip new non-smoking areas that tell me I can't smoke within 9 meters of the door, even though there are usually one or two ashtrays fixed to the wall as soon as you step outside

- being stuck behind a black person in a bank or supermarket line. they are genentically programmed to make the line move slower, usually by forgetting their bank card and account number, or by arguing about an item's price, insisting they were sure it was on sale.

- mouth breathers

- wiggers. there's nothing cool about pretending to be a black guy who can't spell, speak properly, or figure out that those XXXL jeans were not made for a 30 inch waste

- fat welfare moms that have three kids who are three different colours

- plastic grocery bags rustling in the wind in the back seat of my car

- day 2 of my wife's menstrual cycle

- pot smokers who have gone so far down the rabbithole that they actually believe weed is no longer illegal

- guys and girlfriends wearing matching pink tshirts or basball hats

- in-depth political discussions on a fucking porn board