In a perfect world, all customers would be a pleasure to deal with. But alas, this is not the perfect world I thought I would inherit when I was a wee little boy. Hell, I’m lucky if the stars and moon line up for me once or twice a year. I don’t know if it’s just me, but it seems that customers are getting more and more difficult to deal with every year. I’m sure there are lots of reasons for this, but it’s probably just because I’m getting less and less tolerant with people as I get older.