Why, God?
Why did you give me the aberration magnet?
Why, while I am waiting for nearly four hours at the DMV for a license with my new name on it do the socially inept and the destructive, ill-attended-to children find me?
Why must I be subjected to the New Jersey transplant rambling about the “guv-a-mint” while someone else's ignored four year old deliberately pours her coke on my shoes?
No wonder my smile looks a little desperate on my new license...