I feel like everyone has the politics stuff covered, so here is a story of cruel rejection. My internet went out and I was bored and my yard is a thick quagmire of mud, so I drove to the big city (population 2600) to pick up some cucumbers, onions, and tomatoes for a nice salad, and on the way home I took the long way home up Rt. 27. As I was driving there, I remembered my dad talking about a family farm on the way that neither of us had been to, so I decided to swing by and check it out.
The name of the place is Family Roots Farm, and they make their own syrup, have pick your own strawberries, and other produce. Got there, and the place was closed. Sigh.
At any rate, there was a beautiful old bloodhound just howling away, and I spent a solid ten minutes trying to pet him. Every time I got close enough, he would jump back and out of reach. I finally decided to give up, because I try to retain some dignity. No pictures because my feels were too hurt. I JUST WANTED TO PET HIM AND RUB HIS EARS A BIT I WAS NOT GOING TO HURT ANYONE.
This was worse than an entire year of match.com rejection.