What a pain in the butt

So here's yesterday:
4:30am up and off the gym. Good for me, right? Get a cup of coffee from the wicked cool coffee maker (see previous post) and I'm off.
Driving along, sip coffee - aaarrrghghhghg!! Yucko. Tastes like, what is that, what is that, SOAP! Why would the coffee taste like soap you may ask? Well the dishwasher (which is just over 1 year old) broke so we've been cleaning things by hand and *someone*, who shall remain nameless, tends to be a little heavy handing with the Dawn. Whatever - still getting to the gym early and happy about that.
Swim a mile, go the locker room to retrieve the shampoo I left out. Gone. WTF. So annoyed. OK, use the generic "body wash" that I think is probably not supposed to be used in my hair but, seriously, I pay $9 for the hair color so who really cares. Still happy the gym thing is behind me, trying to look on the bright side.
Now, I think, it's 6am and the McDonald's has that awesome coffee from Paul Newman. I'll treat myself to a coffee. Drive up, speaker not working, drive to window, 2 guys playing with the cash register pretend not to notice me for like a whole minute which seems like nothing but not when the ignorers in question are literally 5 inches from you. Finally, they open the window like no big deal. I order, drive up to the next window and watch another guy sssslllllllooooowwwwwwllllllyy (slowly) make my coffee. I'm telling you it's like he'd never done it before BUT nice when he got to the window. Drive off - sip coffee, mother of God it's cold and tastes stale! Now I can't really turn around because I'm just getting on the highway. My calm veneer is gone and I am full blown annoyed thinking up the note I am sending to McDonald's when I get to work.
Which I did.
Which got a lame computer generated response but I'm over it now.
Honestly, it's the small things that'll kill ya.

p.s. I know I swore I'd stick to kid stuff but I find I can't, they've been way too good and healthy lately, knock wood.