For instance, there's no such thing as a positive experience on public transportation on St. Patrick's Day, is there? You're always going to have to deal with beer stench and chocolate gold coins being tossed at you and frat boys in green Abercrombie shirts taking up two seats at a time and maybe a chicken bone under your seat.
I also hate when I arrive home at 2:30 a.m. and an ambulance and three cop cars are parked in front of my building with all their lights flashing. Gives you that warm and comfy feeling inside.
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