Things I don't like:

include my persistant cough and the fighter jets that fly over my house. WTF? If I knew military planes, I'd tell you what kind they are... all I know is that they fly in threes, they are very loud, and for a second make me fear impending nuclear holocaust... and then they're gone. There must be something I don't know about the People's Republic of Madison or (a varying number, depending on who you ask-- from 25 to 89.4) square miles surrounded by reality.