So Why Is It ...
... that I go out with some guys after the work day is over, decide to drink the cheap stuff draft beer, and then have someone pick up the check?
... that I can think nothing of raising or calling a bet in a poker game, yet plugging quarters into a parking meter makes me feel like the money is being stolen right out of my pocket?
... that I get have been doing my job at work longer than my kids have been alive, yet when I offer the same type of service to them they act like I have no idea what I am talking about?
... that when I am in a hurry that the slowest moron on the road usually ends up right in front of me ... in the left-hand lane?