I'm generally the type of person that keeps to myself, I don't judge people by the way they look or what god they believe in. BUT... There is a part of me that gets sooo angry, like a demon raging inside of me every time I see this fucker rock up to work with his socks and sandals, I know it shouldn't bother me, but every time he sits down next to me and i can see his dirty, stained toe jam ridden socks, there is a part of me just wants to rage in his face.