This morning I risked life and limb to go and buy a new harddrive. Every other vehicle on the street is piloted by a lunatic. But I digress. When I got to the store I found out they were sold out of the harddrive I wanted. I probably could've gotten a different model or went to a different store, but I figured I'd leave well enough alone and just go home.

Why do these simple little things have to be so excruciating?