I've always considered myself a warm & charming morning person ("DON'T TOUCH ME!"), but nothing pisses me off more than this:
I've always considered myself a calm & cool driver ("GET THE FUCK OUTTA THE WAY, ASSJACK!"). Funny how competitive I get at stoplights.
Then again, by the looks of my recent bowling & mini-golf experiences, it looks like I've grown into a pretty competitive person.
Or it could be the gay Chicago Pollack in me. Either way, I'm a man who likes his alleys well-waxed, his greens miniature in stature, & his green lights AND arrows illuminated in his side's favor.