I conassign gravity to Mordor, for having a large hand in breaking my beloved mug that has faithfully served me for nearly a quarter of my life.
And idiotic fastfood cashiers who don't place "Next Counter Please" signs on supposedly closed counters. I've been waiting in front of one, impatiently tapping my long nails for several minutes, then this female who's previously been "playing" with the microphone looked at me and asked, in this condescending "Hey kid, have you lost your mom?" voice: "Are you going to order something?"
Geesh. I had to do my best to keep from replying "Naw, I lost my mom. Can you help me find her?"
Apparently my annoyance was too clearly noticeable in my expression that the male cashier who finally took my order screwed up somewhere in his cashier- litany. Hah.