Day one - things I hate

Part one- the bank

I'm running late, and before I get to where i'm going I have to stop by my bank. Great, whatever, this is hardly ever a problem. When I get there however, i find the longest fucking line i've ever seen in my life. This is a line long enough to give a pornstar penis envy. If this line were made of cocaine, the olsen twins would be checking into rehab again next week. So as i'm standing in line wondering whether or not i'm going to take a piss right on the teller's face when i finally get up to the counter, something hits me. The woman in front of me is emitting one of the most peculiar and offensive odors i've smelled in my life. It was some maligned mixture of B.O. and moth balls. Literally like this woman had gone to a rock concert and then slept in my grandmother's closet for a solid week. I think i'm going to start carrying a can of RAID to hose down people that smell this bad.