My secret's my enzyme.
I think 40 is the age when "curmudgeon" officially sets in. I find myself getting outraged at the stupidest stuff. The other day I filed a complaint with the health department because a local grocery store had pallets of bottled water stored in front baking in the hot sun for days. Maybe some of those bottles were not BPA-free and were leaching toxins into the water that my fellow neighbors and consumers would buy and get breast cancer from. I wouldn't have done that at 38 or 39. Today I bought these Glue Dots at Wal Mart that promised to be 'Advanced Strength" that would hold up to 8 pounds. It couldn't hold a 5 ounce No Parking sign, much less "repair tile." Will I bother to return these worthless dots I paid $4 for? Probably not. Will I alert the Better Business Bureau to their false advertising and grandiose claims? You bet your sweet ass I will, because now I'm 40 and officially old.