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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Don't you just hate it? (or is it just me?)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t You Just Hate It? (or is it just me? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Having a doctor who looks eighteen years old<br>Not having two socks that match<br>Havin’ nausea and diarrhea, along with a cold<br>Usin’ public bathrooms with doors that don’t latch</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Noticing no toilet paper, way after the fact<br>Toilet paper that tears vertically into confetti-like strips<br>While goin’ bouncy-bouncy, your dog noses in on the act<br>Movie stars silicon inflated, gross, fat, puffy lips</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Teenagers inexplicable, selective deafness attacks<br>Unrecognizable substance, in your drained coffee cup<br>Havin’ a flat, late at night, and no spare and no jack<br>Noises your knees make, every time you stand up</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Closed tellers and herds of bank employees doing zippo<br>Hot seats in the car and jumpin’ in wearin’ shorts<br>E Z open caps that really aren’t so<br>Multi-year, multi-million dollar contracts given freely in sports</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The clicking sound from your starter when the battery’s stone dead<br> ignition keys dangling, seen from outside your locked car<br>Stoppin’ every block by traffic lights perfectly timed to turn red<br>Mustard and ketchup that refuse to come out of the jar</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dropped things that disappear, to be seen ne’er more<br>Zippers that refuse to go up or go down<br>Dog barking nonstop, twenty four hours, in the backyard next door<br>Women with makeup that makes them look like a clown</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">People on cellphones who insist on talking too long and too loud<br>People who panhandle on the side of the street<br>People who reek in a strong, pungent cloud<br> And have buffalo breath and aromatic feet</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">People who are flaky, people who are flabby<br>People who repeat over and over, “ya know what I’m sayin’? ”<br>People too busy to smile, people that are crabby<br>People who visit and way too long are stayin’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Or is it just me?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=David+Whalen">David Whalen</a></strong></div>