I have a bit of a double complaint tonight, if that’s allowed. I’ll keep them both as brief as I can.
1. I can’t really say when I reached the age where virtually every noise not produced by me, or something I’m actively enjoying doing, manages to grind on my nerves to the point of near insanity, but I know I hate this about myself.
2. Did Burger King just forget to give me a straw for my drink tonight, or was this just another “annoy The_annoying_one” thing?