Okay, so I'm anal. Fine. I accept that. Which makes it all the more aggravating to me when people mess with my stuff, especially when they really shouldn't be. Like today, for example, when I took my car in for a wash, and when I got her back, I found the tripmeter had been reset to zero. I know you're going to say that maybe the guy drying the car was cleaning my inside dashboard cover and accidentally hit the reset button, but he didn't. And there was about a tenth of a mile on the tripmeter, which means it was reset before it went into the wash and not after it came out and was driven 15 feet to the area where he dried it. Why do people gotta mess with my stuff, man? I know it sounds like a little thing, but it's actually kind of a big thing with me. You see, I hit the tripmeter and reset it back to zero when I took possession of the car -- the day I left Connecticut for the last time on my way to Los Angeles to move there. And it's been kind of a sentimental thing that ever since then, I could always tell you how miles I've put on the car while she's been mine and not just one of the family cars. And this schmuck thinks he has the right to be all special and reset my tripmeter because I need to know how many miles it's been since I last got a car wash? Quite frankly, I couldn't care less. The sentimental value of my distance on my car, previously at around 22,000 and change, has now plummeted dramatically to 017.3. In other news, I've always wondered how they measure how far above sea level cities and towns are when they're way inland. I mean, how do you measure it when you're in North Dakota? Is there a special bureau of the government that tells each town how far above sea level they are, so they can go put it on signs on the side of the highway and at the town limits?