Strongly worded letters...

Well when people at an organization or an institution really irk me, I find the best form of therapy is a screaming at the top of my lungs in the car where everyone can see, but no one can hear, and everyone thinks you're a crazy NY driver anyway, and to follow-up with a very cold, calculating, sphincter-snapping, strongly worded letter addressed to one or more of the heads of the department, organization, business, and the like. I also find that strongly worded letters tend to get responses, which is very empowering, and though probably bad for the world in the long run because it reinforces my ego into thinking that, yes I am in fact God. However, it might save some little people who stumble upon the organization of offense after me from trouble, and isn't that what divinity is really about? Fits of rageful vengeance followed by a strategic attack on evil to save the people from suffering what you have already burdened? That's right... god.

The events that led to the tirade above on SWL's were these:
Upon having to register by hand, as if the Bronze age were once again upon us, I drove across campus (it was raining) to the graduate department (no longer called the registrar because well, no one ever has to see a registrar in the digital age...except me.) they were actually extremely nice and helpful. Getting to see them, a soul-sucking adventure.

Imagine a 4-way cross shaped 90 degree intersection. Imagine now you, the cars to the right,and the cars across from you all have stop signs. The cars on the left have an unencumbered drive. You have to go straight, onto a very narrow road that could just fit 2 cars abreast if they were small and driven carefully. This road is NOT a one way road. This road is also filled with cars facing you, as far as you can see. Those cars are in the middle of the narrow road. There's no getting down that road. The cars on the left just keep passing through. The cars across and on the right vie for position to go towards your left, there are lines of cars behind all 3 of you, all irate. You can SEE the parking lot for the registrar. It's maybe 25 feet, maybe. Surrounded by a curb and cars in spaces. If only you owned a monster truck, or a canyonero (see Well Read Mom for clarification). Its the only way in... extremely frustrating. So what do you do? you go Left, after waiting for an opportunity when the cars that don't have to stop are gone. Swerve around the guy trying to take your spot cuz he's been siting at the stop sign so long he doesn't care whose turn it is, drive back onto campus, and walk to the registrar in the rain.

You ask the registrar people what is with the road and the parking lot, and they say a small private high school gets out, and forces parents picking up their children to all leave the school that way, implying it is a one way road, when it is in fact, not. This happens twice a day, everyday, at opening and closing of the school.
So who got a SWL? Well, who didn't? Were you spared? cuz I could send you one. The college president, the private high school principal and headmaster and the city in which they both reside.