Look, I don’t mean to be a Debby Downer, but there’s a lot of shit in this world that pisses me off. Little things, big things, it varies. Today, I went out to lunch and my straw was too small for my drink.

To some, this is a minor inconvenience. For me, it’s just about the worst thing that has ever happened to me. You know the feeling: Your mouth is floating through space, literally grasping at straws. In a normal scenario, a straw has leverage and is taller than the cup. Today, my straw was about a half-inch shorter than the cup and I looked like an idiot trying to get a drink.

It was a lot of work and it was upsetting to me. I just don’t think it’s too much to ask for straws to be the proper size relative to the cup it is inhabiting. Figure it the fuck out.

-tomfoolery was here.