Am I alone? I have the breaking strain of a KitKat. If it isn't dickheads meandering along the M25 with their head up their arrses, or the crusty old Navy Captain in the NAAFI who has just taken over a minute to put his change back in his wallet, I have zero tolerance for other people, and now I come to think about it, objects. I find myself getting infuriated with the Cashpoint machines that give you your card back really really slowly, and then make whizzing and whirring sounds for a few seconds before handing over MY cash. Checkout idiots - the old ones are in super slo-mo, and the young ones haven't got a fcuking clue what they are up to. My shower takes about 10 seconds to run through to hot in the mornings and I find my temples throbbing with anger. I hate it in McD's when my scoff isn't there. I never ask for anything unusual, but I always end up waiting. And Drivethru's ! They are supposed to be convenient and fast - they are just there to cause me grief as the old lady rocks up in her Brian Potter chair and limps through the door, gets her brekkie and leaves, disappearing over the horizon while I haven't fcuking moved. AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! Please say it isn't just me (not that I give I fcuk mind.) Have a nice day.