One thing that people quickly realize about me is that I hate lots of things. Partly that’s because I tend to be very critical, partly because I am a little too candid for my own good, partly because here in Middle America the scale starts at “it’s okay…” when people talk about the worst thing in the world. Usually this isn’t a huge deal. I warn people, they understand. A few weeks go by and they realize they didn’t really understand, but eventually we settle on some good compromise where we each understand what we mean.