I really hate when a customer yells at the wrong person. Like, you're standing in line at the theater and they freak out on the employee at the cash register for the high prices of stuff. Does that person own the place? Do they have anything to do with the fact the salt on your popcorn costs a piece of your soul per grain? No, it's not their fault. Yet they have to smile and apologize to you, and then go on their break and bitch about how awful the human race is and then go home and kill their parents and burn themselves alive. Thank a lot, Mr. Complainer, you have caused havoc. Drama included in this paragraph for free.