Is it wrong of me to laugh at your pain? If it is, you shouldn't write it in such a funny way. You hear me? It is your fault I am laughing at you!!!! Are you crying yet? Did I make you cry?

Easy cryers (criers?) can annoy me. Last month my sister was talking to me about postponing the baby shower she had been planning (a week before it was scheduled to happen) because they hadn't sent out invitations. I calmly and fairly politely explained that my feelings were hurt because they had neglected such an essential task when I had made them the invitation list they had requested on time and that it felt like they didn't care about the shower. Then my other sister gets on the phone and starts yelling at me for being mean because my first sister was crying. I wasn't mean. She just cries easily. So then I start crying (I was ten months pregnant and under extreme stress, I think it was justified) then she feels bad and has to call ten times to apologize.

Wouldn't life without tear ducts be a lot better? We could all hold rational arguments without crumbling into tears? I'm fairly certain that there is an operation for just that sort of thing.

I'm an easy cryer when it comes to my mom and my sisters. I don't know why. I'm pretty much a stone cold stoic with other people. It's as if a lifetime of them knowing exactly which sore spots to push hasn't hardened me at all. Pity. I'd like to be stoic towards them most of all. It's always the people that you don't want to let know that they've gotten to you that break you down in the end, it seems.

Eliza, I totally want to kick his ass!!!!!! Seriously, it's a good thing I stopped carrying a gun, because I have such a strong sense of righteous indignation when it comes to these things. Of course, if I did still carry a gun, we would have never met and I wouldn't be posting this right now, because three years ago I would have shot the asshole who ran a red light and nearly killed me, then had the balls to yell at me for the near collision. He did this for three blocks, which would have been plenty of time to whip out the 9mm and drill him in his big fat piehole. Can you tell I'm still angry about it?;)

If you see him tomorrow, you should make a big, sloooooowwwww show of putting the change, all nickels, in very slowly and counting verrry carefully.:DOh, and Boss Radio is absolutely right on- he is a frikken bus driver, and this is probably as good as it's gonna get for the poor asshole.

I got two words for ya:

Karmic retribution!

You know who needed to come to your aid? Jesus pamphlet boy. Maybe your goodness and his halo would have made that nasty bus driver calm down.

I shake my fist at him... and as an extra bonus I throw him the bird.

Shame on him for making you cry.

Had a bus driver yell at me a couple years ago. I am not one who rides the bus much so I don't know all the ins and outs I guess. I hold my hand up when the bus is approaching and the driver stops to pick me up....and proceeds to tell me that I waved wrong and that "ain't nobody gonna pick you up waving like that".....to this day I am not sure what was so wrong with my wave but I sure am worried that next time I want to take the bus "nobody" will be driving')

Hey babe, don't sweat it - you're part of the 20%. And that's when I say "Oh I'm so sorry, that's something we really try to avoid. Thanks for your patience on that." :cool:

Ugh, I hate it when computer say you're wrong, because there's just no fighting them, no arguing. You, the human, are assumed to be the wrong one every single time. I don't cry, but I do get soooo angry the walls around me start to shake from Carrie-like psykenetic powers of my psycho psyche.

Last month my cellphone bill came to a whopping $125, instead of the $40 it ALWAYS is because I NEVER exceed my minutes. Has never happened once. So my bill shows that, one day in April, my phone made 50 calls to points all over the U.S., one call per minute, every 2 minutes for two hours. Some calls were made while other calls still existed, as if the call to Detroit were placed on hold while the call to Denver was started. This bill was obviously flawed. I did not make these calls. It's not possible to have my jingle-in-the-pockets-unlocked phone make 50 accidental calls to real phone numbers that are not on my speed-dials. And I have never had my phone out of my possession or leant to anyone ever. On this particular day, I was away from my office and - amidst the 50 calls - are two legitimate calls that I made to my office, thus proving I was in possession of my phone at the time these other 50 calls to Flagstaff and Florida and everywhere inbetween were made.

But Cingular's computers tell them the calls were made from my SIM card and that's the end of story. I can "know" all I want, and I know my phone did not make those calls, but there's no arguing with a computer. Heh, not that I want that particular computer in charge of my phone bill ever again, but I'm pissed that I have to drop my cell phone provider over this (cause there's no way I'm paying that bill that I don't owe). Drats ... and I looove my phone number, too. (Isn't there some new law that lets you take your cell phone number with you when you switch providers).

I didn't cry, but that's cold comfort considering how angry I got. Not worth the blood pressure change.

Number portability (that's what it's called) has been in effect for about a year and a half. You can switch providers and still keep your number. You can even switch a land-line number to a mobile phone (or vice-versa).

The only problem you may run into is that your old provider may not let go of the number until you are paid up-to-date. A definite catch-22 in this case.

If a bus driver gives me any grief, I'm sure to let go as vicious an air biscuit as I can muster, just as I turn to leave the bus.