I've Got You Under My Skin

The universe has been getting on my last nerve lately. From witless drivers who rudely push their way into the space I thought of as a safe driving buffer zone distance to telemarketers who don't even bother to have actual humans call and interrupt dinner but instead resort to using computers to tell me they have an important message to clueless, undereducated sales clerks that must have failed third grade math because they stare blankly at me when I hand them $21.05 when my bill is $15.55 (My change should be $5.50, a nice round sum, rather than $4.45 if I had paid with just the $20.00.). I've had it with people.