I hate it when I get home from work early and I head into the shop with a well choreographed plan , a simple strategy that I have been working out in my mind all day, and I am on a roll,and I have pared all the fat away so I know it will only take a few minutes,and I am hustling along, engrossed in my work, and everything is falling into place like butter,and this could be my signature masterpiece accomplishment of all time, and I don't even hear the shop door open,but I do feel a sudden icy breeze,and I am caught red handed indulging in my selfish pursuit of my one true dream, and I hear the words " What are you doing out here?" That's what I hate!