It occurs to me

that my daily stress level would be greatly reduced were I not forced to restrain myself from grabbing the shirt of some of my customers (likely Obama voters from the shallow end of the gene pool) who feel that life is treating them badly (when the situation is generally of their own making) and stating:

“Listen, you whining little pissant JackNoodle!, life is sometimes unfair, Learn to deal with it like an adult”…. or or words to that effect.

If only…