So I'm sure that there are moments in my life that I've felt more like throwing a temper tantrum, flailing my arms and stomping my feet, but I can't think of them right now.

Late last night, Will, whose house we use for the difficult-to-schedule, once-a-month game that I run, sends out an e-mail that says:

• Guy A can't make it.
• I have invited Guy B ( Read more... )

Dear Mr. Vaguely Irritated Customer ( Read more... )