I hate you.
I know hate is a strong word but I really do. Perhaps our relationship got off on the wrong foot when, many years ago, you bought out one of my favorite banks in Missouri. Then wanted to charge me to come into the bank and breathe. It was too much.
I had to quit you.
Now I have to see you every day for work. And I hate it. Yes, I said it, I hate it. I hate standing in line for hours and hours on end behind people who seem to be doing an international transaction. I want to make my deposit, get some change and GOOOOOOO!!!!!
I am sorry to have to explain this to you now but you must have know this was coming.
Sigh..I guess I'll see you tomorrow.