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Let's get right into it. I'm here at work, and I was just talking to a guest who was checking out of my hotel. He asked me what time the Cracker Barrel opened next door, so I told him that they opened at six. It was about five thirty at the time. He began getting angry and telling me that that's ridiculous, saying, "Six? Are you serious? You mean they're not already opened?" He began to go on a rant about how some people might want to eat breakfast before six o'clock. I told him if he wanted breakfast before six o'clock he would have to settle for either a less than mediocre restaurant called McDonald's, or my personal favorite, Waffle House. Unfortunately, because I'm at work I couldn't be too sarcastic and rude to him no matter how annoying he was. I wanted to ask him why he was in such a hurry. I was trying to think of what this ninety year old man would have to do today other than make his funeral arrangements? I asked him where he was headed, and he told me he was headed down to Florida to visit his daughter and her husband and see his grandchildren. Then it hit me. Obviously, he was in a hurry because he realized, that at his old age he could die at any moment, and he didn't want to waste thirty minutes waiting on a restaurant to open. Ok, so maybe that's not why he was in a hurry. Maybe he's just an impatient, grumpy, old man. Either way, I hope he at least makes it down to Florida to see his family before he passes away. Drive safe, old man. He leaves out of the hotel, and I breathe a sigh of relief that I don't have to hear this mothball-scented man gripe about Cracker Barrel's business hours. A couple of minutes go by and a married couple enters the lobby. They make their way over to the coffee to fill up their giant thermoses. I hate it when people do that by the way. They empty out half of the giant coffee dispensers to fill up their five-gallon sized thermoses - a pet peeve of mine, just throwing that out there. They then come over to me to complain to me about how the coffee is too hot. "Well, there is a fountain machine that has water in it that is right next to you. If you want your coffee cooled down a little bit you can put some of that ice cold water in it, or, if you don't want your coffee watered down, just let it sit there on your table for a few minutes until it reaches the temperature that you would like.". Some people may say that was a smart-aleck response, but I think of it as a smart solution to their problem. I'm just looking at them thinking to myself, "Come on, People, there's better things to be concerned about than your coffee that's a little too hot for you at the moment.". Well, not too much longer, here, at work, and I am headed to the house. I can't wait to get home. When I get home I'm gonna jump into bed (Yes, I am literally gonna jump into my bed.), and I'm gonna find something to watch on tv until I pass out. When I wake up, the first thing I'm going to do is roll over and go back to sleep. I tend to do that on the regular. My co-worker just called me and said she was gonna drive thru and get some breakfast, and she asked me if I wanted anything. I thought that was sweet. "I'm not too hungry, I'll just take a chocolate milk.", I told her. I can't wait until she gets here, and I get my chocolate milk. I'm a guy who loves his chocolate milk.