It's a little too early in the morning for violence, but you persuaded me.

It's that time of morning when you just want to get home and fire cup the coffee pot. It's cold. You're tired. But you need gas in the tank to get home.

So you find you have to spend five minutes waiting for someone to turn on the pump because they're more interested in talking.

They know you're there. You've seen them look. You can even hear the beeping.

Those people need punching in the face.

With a brick.

(I now have numb fingers.)