You wanna piece a' dis? You don' wanna piece a' dis.

I'm spoiling for a fight today. Goaded by newspaper thieves at work and "drivers" who are actually yakking on their cell phones, hence, not driving. Or at least not driving by any recognizable standard.

This is just a place marker for further ranting if the mood has not subsided by the time I have time to dick around on the interbunny.