I don't hate the day, I don't hate the "meaning" or such. I hate the music, the shopping, the traffic, the morons that can't drive, the idiots who crowd the Wal-Marts and Toys R Us's when I'm trying to look for frickin' my 1:32 scale planes! I swear you can try and walk around someone and they're so oblivious they manage to walk right into you. It's because of the Pre-Holiday Cat-like Stupor. Also known as PHCS. I swear people are so zombie like they could sh*t themselves and never know while filing past each other in the malls. Then the stores themselves are in their own PHCS and have like 2 lanes open for 20 people, and are so unorganized I'd rather have a soldering iron jabbed into my pee hole than put up with it.
Then you get behind a yuppie couple with like 5,000 toys and a Hannah Montana TV and you only want a frickin' WWII soldier and they decide to change their minds about 20 things... so you change lanes and frickin' people with their debit cards and don't know how to use the frickin' thing where you swipe it and put in your PIN and blah, I swear to god with cash I'm faster than 99% of people with debit and credit cards.
TPBM wants me to stop ranting, but totally understands.