Apparently Dante skipped this circle.
I don't lie. I also don't cheat, ever. Never cheated in school, don't cheat at games. I don't try to weasel other people out of something that's rightfully not mine, nor do I steal. Therefore, when I am lied to, cheated, or be-weaseled, I get sort of upset. Know what I hate even more than being lied to, cheated, or be-weaseled? The implication that I have, in fact, lied, cheated, or weaseled when I have done nothing of the sort. That butters my biscuit more than almost anything else. It usually makes me feel like I'm going to cry, and I hate that, too. Because really, what's more humiliating than blubbering like a big crybaby when you really want to look your accuser straight in the face and deliver a blistering, un-toppable comeback?
(Can you tell that the dispute with the car rental company is not going well? Indignant letters have been drafted.)
And also high on the to-loathe list? Cold, bitter, unrelenting wind. Guess what we had all day today!
And for the extra bonus points, guess one place I hate to go above all others. I'll give you a clue...it rhymes with Hall Cart, and I have to shop there when I need supplies for work, because it's the only place in town where I can use the office credit card.
So you can probably figure out what kind of day I had when I tell you that I went out in the cold, bitter, unrelenting wind, then received a call from a representative of the car rental company that made me feel like I was being accused of lying, cheating, and weaseling while I was shopping at Wal-Mart. It was peachy.
Don't feel too sorry for me, though. Other people had a much crappier day than I did. At least nobody propositioned me today, which is more than I can say for poor Chirky.