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Since the first go-around in this series was so well received, I figured now would a good time for another episode of people I hate.  I have a lot to say, including a glorious flashback, so let's skip the introduction, and get right to it... 

People who don't flush the toilet:  I can't stand going to a public bathroom -- especially at work -- and seeing piss in the urinals (note:  leaving a mess in the stalls gets a pass from me, as long as you showed an effort to flush, since I've had problems with that myself).   And please don't tell me that you "forgot," because everyone over the game of five is well-versed in the art of pressing down on the damn handle, even if you have to use your elbow because you don't wanna touch it.  So there is no excuse for this -- you're a disgusting human being and I will never ever invite you to my house for dinner.  Now, obviously this only applies to guys, since I don't go into women's bathrooms (that you know of, at least), so maybe some of the female readers can let me know if this happens to you, too.

People with girlfriends:  You know why, obviously, and I hate you even more if you're into any kind of PDA.  It's only a matter of time before I lose it and curse out some teenage couple at Union Square Park.  And you wonder why I don't go out a lot...it's for your safety!

All drivers:  First, a quick story from (cue Power 105 voice) *back in the day.*  I was running somewhere in Chelsea during my junior year of college, and had the green light to cross the street.  Out of nowhere, a cab driver made a sharp turn around the corner, and even though he tried to slow down, he hit me and knocked me to the ground.  I wasn't seriously hurt -- aside from all kinds of cuts and bruises on every (yes, every) apendage that I'd discover later -- so I just got up and continued running.  I could hear the driver yelling after me, and I just waved.  But the best part, which doubles as one of the five greatest moments of my life, was when a black guy who saw the whole thing go down on the street said (and I'll never forget this), "Yo!  That n***a got hit and kept on going, son!"  Classic.  Has this stopped me from crossing a busy intersection at full speed?  I think you know the answer to that.

Anyways, back to the point.  I don't drive in the city because the people are insane and it's impossible to find parking.  I also hate taking cabs because half of the time it ends up taking just as long as the subway or even walking because of all the damn traffic.   So, for all of these reasons, I hate every single New York City driver and await the day when I -- and only I -- can fly like the Jetsons.

And exhale....I think that's enough hate for one day...