Just make the damn sandwich

When I go into a restaurant and order a sandwich, I don't want to have to tell the person making it what to put on it. Just make it the way you make it. If I like it, I'll come back and order another one. If I don't, I won't. Just don't ask ME how to make the damn thing.

My Number One Gripe

My number one complaint with life in the US today is the uncontrolled noise pollution generated by motorcycles without mufflers. For some reason, riders think they have the right to infringe on the peaceful existence of the entire population by making their bikes as loud as possible. And the police just turn the other way.

Any first-year phsych major knows that a cry for attention is a sign of insecurity. Real men don't need to announce their machismo to the world. It's time the quiet majority stopped coddling these over-compensating juveniles and insist that law enforcement do something about it.