I hate showing up for a doctor’s appointment at 11:10am [NOTE: My appointment was at 11:15am and I, being awesome, was 5 minutes early], only to have him actually see me at 12:25pm. [NOTE: My appointment was at 11:15am.] My hatred [for the doctor] was compounded by the fact that his office didn’t validate and it cost me $13.95 to park my vehicle. (This flame [of hatred] was further fueled when the parking attendant boasted [he boasted, people] that they didn’t accept credit cards and I was forced to pay with a ten dollar bill and two rolls of nickels.)