People make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.

FinanceBoy angry. FinanceBoy SMASH. Let me clarify, not all people make me angry. It's really just a few...and they've usually done something to deserve it. Yesterday I encountered two people that made me angry. First was the jackass on the plane (soon to be the sequel to Snakes on a Plane) that was sitting in front of me and decided to use his PSP at full volume. Without headphones. Now thankfully my Bose noise-cancelling headphones drowned this out for most of the flight, so I didn't say anything to this guy. Also, he was a large and grumpy townie-looking fellow, and I really didn't feel like starting a ruckus in-flight. Speaking of the flight, that leads to the second person that made me angry yesterday, but first some back story.

I had a meeting in Chicago yesterday, so I was flying out and back in the same day. Needless to say it would be a long day since I had a 6:30am flight, and was booked on the 7:30pm return (which would get me into Newark at 10:30pm). So when my meeting ended a little early, I asked my assistant to see if she could get me on an earlier flight home. She is a godsend and got me on the 6:05pm flight home. I sit in Chicago Friday-evening traffic (which is bad) and get to the airport at about 5:15. When I check in, I am told that my flight has been delayed an hour. I get to the security checkpoint and there is a long line. For once the planets are aligned and I was randomly selected for the secondary security screening. Normally this would not be good, but it means that I get to skip the long line and end up getting through security quicker. We board and push back at 7:05. As we are taxiing to the runway, we pull off to the side and I hear the engines power down. This is never a good sign. A second later the pilot gets on the intercom and announces that we're being held for another 30 minutes. He explains that there were storms that moved through Newark earlier that afternoon and it's caused all sorts of air traffic delays. I'm not happy, but understand that the Newark-New York airspace is some of the most crowded in the world, so a storm can really mess things up for several hours after the storms have passed. I continue reading my book and we take off as promised at 7:45. When I get to Newark, my driver is waiting (NB: same car service as the Lost story, but this guy knew how to get to Bridgewater) and as we walk to the car I ask about the storms, since it seems just as hot as before I left. Driver's response: "We didn't get any storms here." THE PILOT LIED TO US! The weather was clear in Chicago, clear in New York, yet he blamed the 90 minutes of delays on weather!

Maybe I'm just getting old and cranky.