Rhode Island is the Belgium of New England

It's really gotten unbearable.
Where to begin.
I've been home for less than 24 hours.
There's a new detour sign off my highway exit that makes absolutely no sense.
I had to tell someone at work today that it wasn't okay to be verbally abusive to me. Hey I'm just the doctor, sorry to bother you with all these pesky questions and interrupt your cell phone call and argument with your family.
My lab coat came out of the dryer wrinkled and I refuse to iron or pay for a dry cleaner out of my own pocket. Someone suggested that I should put it in the hospital laundry. A week has gone by and even the one English speaking person who works in the hospital laundry couldn't tell me where my coat is. A real model of service and efficiency right there. It only has my name and fucking department embroidered on it.
Some creppy looking guy with a clipboard who looks like he is Vice President of the Water Sprinklers keeps writing down my license plate in the patient lot closest to the ER. I think I'm suppoesed to park half a mile away and take a shuttle. I'm trying to fuck with him by switching it up between 3 different cars. There's some really great retention of physicians right there. I can't wait 'til my boss gets their printout on my parking offenses and I get a scolding.
Tonight I took Damian to golf practice. I still can't tell the "normal" people in Pawtucket from the retards.
I cruised around with an open White Ale on the way home from golf-it isn't possible to be pulled over for any traffic offense in Providence no matter how badly you drive. I keep trying and they keep not pulling me over.
We attempted to engage in our favorite low class Rhode Island pasttime tonight-returning 6 months worth of empties to the packy in nearby Massachusetts.
The bottle room had just closed for the night.
Denied.
WTF???
Every time I come home it's more and more like the Bulgarian Embassy around here. The stupid leading the useless.