Everything Is Slightly Unbearable

There come days when nothing is as it should be, when everybody and everything is in your way.

Waiting in line at the gas station is a deplorable waste of time. You sit there, idling, or with your engine turned off, and finally the old farmer guy with his giant F250 informs you five minutes later that he's still got to fill his second tank.

You drive around the building to wait in the other line. Suddenly the truck in front of the F250 pulls away, leaving a spot you could back into, had the jackass behind you not pulled so damn close he might as well be attached to your trailer hitch.

The man in front of you with the Cadillac finishes pumping. Stoked, you think. But no, he is one of the three people on the planet who still pay cash, and he's physically debilitated--maybe even diabetic. Instead of first moving his car, he leaves it as is and ambles over to the paymart. The day wears on, all the more exacerbating due to the lack of sunglasses over your eyes. Everything is impossibly bright.

Finally Old Man Gimp pulls away, narrowly sliding by the kid with his brand new GMC Sierra, who winces as the man drives by, walking over to check if the old man has enough room. Puss.

The gas finally pumped, (and realizing you had less than half a gallon left) you seek to exit away from the main light, only to be bombarded by oncoming traffic on the "sneaky" way out. Carefully, you assess every driver's head as you navigate the lot, realizing that not one of them has any spatial knowledge of anything beyond the front window of the car.