is what my friend Michelle's thought balloon reads whenever she sees someone wearing a hat. She can't explain it--it just happens. Like unverbalized tourettes, she can't help it. Hat. Hell.
Steve is automatically annoyed with complete strangers who wear the collars of their shirts turned up.
Personally, I like hats and I think turned up collars are sexy in an 80's Patrick Dempsey way.
My trigger for evil-thoughts-directed-at-complete-strangers is the non-return of grocery carts.
The minute I see someone leave their cart in an undesignated area I immediately form strong negative opinions of that person.
I think:
a) they have a misguided sense of entitlement.
b) they chew with their mouth open.
c) they do not pick up after their dog.
I know this seems rather harsh considering there are some establishments that do not make it convenient to do the cart return.
I am not claiming to be right.
The act of the cart return just happens to be my litmus test.
