what i really hate is waiting twelve minutes for the bus and watching someone who's only waited one minute squeeze onto the bus ahead of the rest of us what i also hate is being the sixth person in line when they open a new line and the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth people get ahead of me small problems, yes still aggravating i guess like an endless trip a relentless drip stop! pause! stay here because: what i really love is knowing that i am loved and living in that love and with so much love what else matters? -- douglas brent smith