First, perfection. You cannot believe how perfect The Underground Garage channel on Sirius satellite radio is. Produced by Little Steven (and believe me, I'm not an E Street fan), it's like he broke into my house, stole my CDs, my vinyl and my wishlist and threw it all on the radio. Yardbirds, Modern Lovers, Laika and the Cosmonauts, The Ramones, The Beatles, The Stones, and even a Them song that isn't "Gloria." Are you kidding me? After searching for more than thirty years, I have found radio nirvana. This alone would be worth the price of admission.
Less perfect (though "agony" is overstating it)? Amateur night at the grocery store. I could barely get any of the things I needed because of the carts cluttering up the aisles, people dawdling over the simplest of choices, all the folks who just don't belong there. Thanksgiving is not an excuse for ruining my special time in the grocery store. Never mess with a serious grocery shopper.
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