What makes people so bitter!

You know you are bitter when you live, work and die in the south side of Chicago... I had my first experience with the never cheerful large rear ended woman. Who had trouble actually getting out of her chair and smelled of the enchanting smell Essence de poulet frit. I think she might have had it for breakfast or lunch or brunch or something between breakfast and brunch I'd like to call Fatty break also known as Southside diet. So dealing with that at 9am in the morning on 4 hours of sleep and a 2 hour drive through traffic I was in the best shape to tackle the day with a cheery disposition. Besides the anal retentive fire marshal(who coincidentally still had his eye browes still) who insisted on doing everything himself and there was no need for me to even be there until he broke something and immediately vacated the premises declaring that everything is "fine."