Getting a Bagel and Coffee

I'm going to share an experience with you. This morning I woke up to a foot of snow, and since we were supposed to get 1-3 inches, I was naturally pissed off. If you are wondering why I am pissed off, I'm guess your name is Kerry. I had to let my car warm up forever because it was 8 degrees out and I had to get 12 inches of snow off the roof of my car while trampling thru the same amount of snow all around my car - getting my pants soaked to the knee..... It is gross. Luckily it is really cold so it was powder and I didn't have to plow my quarter long driveway as well. I'm shivering in my car - thank you mythical magic man in the sky for my seat warmers - and my pants are soggy as I'm driving in traffic on compacted snow and people driving as if they shouldn't be allowed outside of their house when the temperature goes below 32. By this, I mean that they are driving 10 miles an hour and are consistently hitting their brakes - a certain death wish.

I got to my bagel shop (of all places) which is in a college town I should add. These two kids in front of me were talking about terrorism and Israel came up. I couldn't help but overhear and when they started talking about how Israel has to protect themselves from Palestinians it took everything I had to literally not spit in their face. You might think I'm joking, but saliva was building up in my mouth. Had I spit in his face, would I have still been the civilized one? Because I think I would have been. I just can't tell if I'm pissed about the snow and has affected my demeanor before my morning caffeine. I mean, it took everything I had. It had to have been evident on the look on my face.