They are as inevitable as taxes and more reliable than Punxsutawney Phil. I'm speaking, of course, of a**holes, which are now in season.
Granted, a**holes are always with us. But longer days and more sunshine helps the a**hole's malodorous behavior ripen, making it more likely that we'll encounter them in the wild. They're the guys grinning at you as they run a stop light or braying like donkeys at your favorite restaurant, making their server's life hell.
