A poker game sidenote

During the game last night I found Ed to be especially annoying. The game was at his place, perhaps he felt that having homecourt advantage justified being the bitch that he was. First was a complaint about being in big blind on the first hand, which I suspected, most likely correctly, that he was simply unhappy with either his cards or his position. Then he complained about having to play a .05/.1 game. Then he stalled the game repeatedly because he couldn't remember the chip denomination, then he stalled even more, like a scab-picker fingering an open sore, upon discovering that the stalling really ticked me off. Then he stalled some more by leaving the table eating the maynaise eggplant (a Hungarian dish made by his mom, which was heavy but actually quite good) and maynaise eggs (another Hungarian dish made by his mom, which was heavy and not quite good, it also gave Ed repelling egg breath), which he could've easily done at the table and keep the pace going. When I told him, only 1/4 jokingly, to get with it or I'm gonna take his money, he felt justified to accuse me of unprovoked aggression, which naturally really pissed me off.

Ed simply ticks me off, the way he is inconsiderate about other people's patience, the way he treats each social outing as an opportunity for self-glorification, the way he plays the smug disrespectful know-it-all smartass, and the way he expects to get away with all of it, as if it is his natural right. Ironically, these are probably some of the same reasons why I tick him off too. The difference between Ed and I, is that I have more qualifications at being the smartass. Which is why I especially enjoy winning money from Ed.