In our own special way, of course. Every single day every single person does at least one thing that annoys at least one other person. Sometimes it’s something big, like getting drunk at happy hour on $3 well drinks, climbing into that 2003 Toyota Corolla, and running over a beloved dog. Or grandmother. Other times it’s something small, like getting on a fairly empty subway car and walking right over and crowding someone’s personal space for no apparent reason.
Basically, I don’t do any of these things. I’m perfect. But I’m an asshole for writing about it.