I hate to admit it, Joe, but I'm a bit of a perfectionist. I get irritated with people and their little quirks sometimes. Even friends. Here's a good example of what I'm talking about - and it involves parmesan cheese.

So I go along with a friend to pick up his pizza the other day and the counter guy asks him, "Do you want some parmesan cheese for that?" For some reason, he says "No". He declined, I kid you not. Let's recap, shall we? He's got a extra large, pan-crust, four-cheese with no toppings, cheese-infused crust pizza; a pizza is chock full of cheese - he's probably going to get four or five days worth of dairy servings out of one slice. And yet he turns down the parmesan. WHY? WHAT'S THE POINT? WAS THERE ONE SINGLE BENEFIT TO TURNING DOWN THE PARMESAN CHEESE?! DID HE STRETCH OUT HIS LIFESPAN EVEN A LITTLE BY DOING THIS??

Kind of reminds me of those salad bars that have shredded cheese, bacon chunks, and pepperoni slices. I mean, if you're getting that stuff on your salad, you might as well toss out the lettuce and tomato and use biscuit gravy in place of dressing.