One should never have to say, "excuse me" to a bum, crawling in a dumpster looking for recyclables, so I can throw my trash away without knocking him out with my empty pickle jar at the bottom of the bag. I might not hate bums so much if I could actually make it from the parking lot to a store without being hassled for change. ![mad](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/emoticons/mad.73f291fbf3b2.gif)
![mad](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/emoticons/mad.73f291fbf3b2.gif)
sigh
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