Who: Those guys who spin signs on the side of the road
Why I Hate: They act so bad-ass, like this amazing talent sprung unbidden from their motor reflexes during some moment of inner stength or self-actualization and now they feel the call to display their art, pure and instinctual, for all to see. They toss, they rotate, they spin – and they delude themselves into believing they aren’t just a hot dog costume away from handing out coupons at intersections.
How I justify it: Because hating telemarketers is so 1998.
Sparky MacMillan don't need a permit to own a monkey.