When I'm in a philosophical mood such situations often remind me of what Kris Kringle says in Miracle on 34th Street to explain why he purposely failed the mental examination after Dr. Sawyer the peevish company psychologist committed him to an asylum:
Oh, it's not just Doris. There's Mr. Sawyer. He's contemptible, dishonest, selfish, deceitful, vicious...yet he's out there and I'm in here. He's called normal and I'm not. Well, if that's normal, I don't want it. That's why I answered incorrectly.When I'm in an impatient mood such situations merely make me want to yell "Doesn't anybody notice this? I feel like I'm taking crazy pills!"