I'm a pretty easygoing guy and not much gets under my skin. Cleaning up yesterday after a get-together the previous evening, I happened upon a few occurrences of one of my pet peeves: unfinished cans of soda. From a last innocent swig to most of the can, these wasted sips annoy me to no end.

Part of it is probably the way I drink; not only will I drain a soda can in record time, I'll absentmindedly check and recheck empty cans to ensure that I've swallowed every last drop. I've on several occasions been asked if I'd like another and had to explain that I was only checking to make sure that this one was exhausted. Yes, I'm sure that there's some form of OCD in there.

So when you take a can from my refrigerator, you are making twelve ounce commitment to finish the job. Maybe I should print up a tablet of concise legal documents and hang them with a refrigerator magnet, ready to be enacted at the first opening of a pop-top. That should go over well, right?