Fire Station 19

Yesterday after-evening brought me to Logan to pick up my brother and his girlfriend, which in turn brought the three of us including my parents to The Capital Grill located on Newbury St. just across from Patagonia and adjacent to Urban Outfitters. A very avant-garde restaurant armed to the teeth with gold trim, marble furnishings and heavy wooden doors (even to the restroom, which could actually serve some purpose of privacy). We were lucky enough to have this meal provided for us via a friend of my father or some sort of work related business that they offered him a gift card to this restaurant. In any event, while seated there I looked around from people to architecture and back to the menu consisting mainly of a wine list that far surpassed the number of meals actually offered at this fine establishment. The culmination of these preceding happenings brings to where I am today, on a boat with my family, floating diligently across the atlantic towards a great island filled with restaurants of the same kind but, there is a certain kind of nostalgia on this island that washes all sins of a rich lavish lifestyle far from my hands like the best Purell hand sanitizer. All nostalgia, lavish living, and things concerning a higher lifestyle than that I've yet to acquire, brings me to thoughts on things I hate...all of which stemmed to realization at last evenings dining experience (which in fact was highly appreciated and delicious to that extent.."everything tastes better when it's on someone else's tab").

Things I hate...in no specific order.

People who sit in the middle back seat when there are two other passengers.
Non-sour candy.
Tall women in high heels.
Coffee with more than one sugar.
Tax on cigarettes.
Dogs that put their head out the window.
Dogs for that matter.
When the cashier throws away your receipt with out asking. (skipping part 1 of protocol).
Eye ballers,rubber necks, people who cant mind their own business.
Outdated maps with-out reference to the date manufactured.
The Goo Goo Dolls.
John Resnick.
Dave Matthews (and his horrible '90s college jam) Band.
People who stand in line for 20 minutes get to the ordering window and "just can't seem to figure out" what they want. (you had twenty fucking minutes, even 5 to 10 minutes you have to be able to make up your mind, there are 31 flavors are you stupid, can you not read or are you just that irrelevant to society you cant order a goddamn butter pecan, kiddie cone, with jimmies tipped over in a cup so you dont spill it but you still have the cone to snack on later?)

People who don't know if they should get rainbow or chocolate jimmies and ask the server at the window what is better.
Males ages 18-30 with a vocabulary consisting of the words or terms dude and guy in any order used atleast 5 times in an 80 word statement...that would be a small paragraph or a 2 minute sentence.

Females that misuse the term like, like an average of 20 times per one minute sentence, specifically like, um like when they are like college educated. (What is so difficult about proper articulation).

Families of more than 4 at the beach.
Families with every toy possible at the beach, electronic or not. (get a chair, boogey board, shovel and bucket sit the kid in the sand and read your horrible people magazine because your life is so boring you must read on someone else's "Jaunt" or "Hot" lifestyle.
...Finally those that waste a beautiful ferry ride with their family bitching about what exactly it is they hate.