There are several things in this world that irritate me somewhat. Particularly, I find cold coffee to be punishable by death. The worst of the lot, the hair-splitting, head-cracking event of only being able to find one shoe. There’s always one. Never both, and never neither. Always one. The other is always in the last place you look, which, of course, is completely logical. And generally the last place you look is either: the place you least expected it to be/the place that was so blindingly obvious you never bothered to look/under the house, hiding with the foundations...