It just doesn't cut the mustard

Everyday, you have to fight your battles. Some days you don't think it's worth it and you're all Zen and philosophical about it. You shrug your shoulders and say "It is what it is". While on others, you feel like you cannot rest unless you go back to the deli counter and insist you asked for mayo on your sandwich. "I explicitly asked for mayonnaise! Mayo...mustard...mustard...mayo. Tell me, do they sound alike?" High fives all around when the counter guy replaces your sandwich without spitting on it.

Sometimes, those crazy little battles are what makes me feel alive.