I tend to get upset when things don't quite go the way that I would want them to go. After all! Shouldn't I be able to control everything that happens to me? I don't like to be ignored. What I say should count for something, don't you think? If I was to bring a steak to a barbeque party don't I have the right to tell whoever is cooking that steak to make it the way that I want? If I was to ask the cook to make it rare, why on earth should it be given to me well done? Can't people just follow simple instructions? Is it that difficult to listen to direction? I know that I do not want to hear myself talk, but there are times that I believe that I'm the only one that listens. Am I upset? You bet I am. After all, I have $9.27 invested in that steak and now it sits on my plate ruined. Oh sure if I wanted to have the steak done medium well and it was served to me rare I could just have sent it back to be cooked to a medium well. No harm, no foul. But it is cooked to an unedible consistentcy. You know that it really is the principle here that counts. These are our friends I know, but for crying out loud doesn't it matter that this steak was cooked to a cinder and that to eat it would be like licking an ash tray? Have we gotten to the point in civilization that what a man has to say isn't as important as how it is said? Was I that rude to insist my steak be cooked to a rare perfection? Who the Hell! does he think he is anyway? I have had it up to here with people like him that think that just because "They" have control of the "fires" in life that "They" can dictate to us what "They" think we should have, What "They" think we should do, like "They" know better than we do what is good for us. The nerve of that Liberal, Communist card carring, A.C.L.U, Tree hugging piece of Crap! Thats it! I'm going to take this Steak over to him and tell him to shove it up his Perverbial "Black hole." Hey! Wait a minute? What am I thinking? This is a Sirloin? I brought him a Rib eye? Oops! Am I bad!!!