[ WP ] Write an incredibly hateable character who is n't explicitly evil or antagonistic .

Part One: Morning 
 
 His eyes blurred with sleep, Bob aimlessly slapped around his nightstand until he finally landed on the alarm's snooze button for the fifth time that morning. 
 
 `` Jesus, Bob,'' his wife, Patricia, shouted into the darkness. `` Shut that damn thing off and get up already.'' Reluctant but mostly awake, Bob slowly stood, stretched, and glanced at the time: 5:36 A.M. 
 
 `` Christ!'' he blurted out. `` I'm already thirty minutes behind!'' Bob flicked on the bedroom light, blinding Patricia, as he began rummaging through his side of the closet. `` Pat, do me a solid and make breakfast for me, dear. I have to get in the shower.'' 
 
 `` If you'd got up on time,'' she said calmly as she sat up in bed, `` you could make your own breakfast.'' 
 
 `` Ehh... I know. I just have to be in early for inventory. I'm just not used to waking up so early.'' He continued to sort through his polo shirts and khakis until he finally found a set that appealed to him, then laid the rejects on his bed. 
 
 `` Oh, do n't worry,'' Patricia said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, `` I'll hang those up for you.'' 
 
 `` Thanks, dear,'' he said, oblivious to her tone. Just before exiting the bedroom, he paused in the doorway, then released a tremendous fart. `` Ahh, man!'' he exclaimed as Patricia recoiled from the stench, `` time to cut down on red meat, I guess.'' 
 
 Despite the fact that he was running late, Bob lingered in the shower for nearly half an hour, only emerging when the hot water had run out. He was meticulously combing his hair when Patricia knocked on the door. 
 
 `` Are you going to be much longer?'' she asked. `` I've been waiting to pee for fifteen minutes and I feel like I'm gon na explode!'' Bob sighed and opened the door. 
 
 `` I hate when you rush me,'' he said as Patricia raced past him. He shut the door behind him as Patricia surveyed the scene in their small bathroom: toilet seat left up, pajamas in a pile next to the hamper, and a stream of water flowing towards the door that had dripped from the misaligned shower curtain. 
 
 When Patricia emerged from the bathroom, Bob was already wearing his jacket and packing his briefcase. His breakfast was sitting untouched on the kitchen table. 
 
 `` Are n't you going to eat?'' she asked. 
 
 `` Sorry, no time. I'll just pick up something on the way. By the way, I used the last of your shampoo.'' He kissed her on the cheek, then quickly groped her breasts through her pajama top. `` Honk honk!'' he cried as he let her go and stepped out the door. 
 
 It was only a ten-minute walk to the train station, so Bob lit a cigarette as he stood on the platform, prompting a young couple to glare at him and move their infant's stroller out of the cloud of lingering blue smoke. Since he had another twenty minutes or so, he flicked the stub onto the tracks and went to the station's Starbucks. 
 
 Because it was so early, the line was long, filled with other commuters and tourists heading into Toronto for a day of siteseeing. Bob watched as the line slowly progressed, growing impatient and worrying about the time. 
 
 `` Is this going to take long??'' he bellowed at no one in particular. `` I have to catch a train!'' Despite the glares from the other customers, Bob simply pulled out his cell phone and began playing Game of War with the volume on full blast. Finally, with about five minutes to spare, only one customer remained before it was Bob's turn. Bob listened as the pretty young woman began ordering. 
 
 `` Bonjour. Je voudrais une --'' 
 
 `` Hey!'' Bob shouted at her. `` This is Ontario, not Quebec! English, please!'' She paused, startled by Bob's interruption. After gathering her wits, she flipped him the bird and continued to order in French. Bob turned to the couple behind him. 
 
 `` Typical rude French. I do n't know if they have people like that in China,'' he said to the third-generation Canadians of Korean descent, `` but they're all over the place in Canada.'' The young man looked as if he was about to say something, but his girlfriend waved him off, so they settled for flipping him the bird when he was n't looking, then taking a picture for her Instagram. 
 
 The pretty young ( but rude! ) French girl with the nice ass finally took her coffee, so Bob stepped up to the counter and began reading the menu. 
 
 `` What do I want?'' he asked himself. `` What... Do... I... Want...?'' he asked himself mindlessly. `` What...?'' he asked himself mindlessly as he debated each menu item in his head. Just then his phone rang, serenading the store with **PICK UP THE PHONE** sang to the first four notes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony over and over. 
 
 `` Hello?'' he asked as the barista strained to keep a retail smile on her face. 
 
 `` Hi, Bob,'' Patricia said. `` Is this a bad time?'' 
 
 `` Not at all,'' he replied, holding a finger up to the barista, asking for a moment. Her smile faded slightly. 
 
 `` WHEN you buy me a new bottle of shampoo,'' she emphasised, `` can you pick up some paprika as well?'' 
 
 `` I was n't planning on going to the store today.'' 
 
 `` Too bad, Bob. You know what kind of shampoo I use, right?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, the dandruff shampoo for thinning hair,'' he announced to everyone around him. Patricia sighed. 
 
 `` Yes, Bob, that one. See you tonight. Have a good day at work.'' 
 
 Bob turned back to the barista. After another moment of debate, he said, `` gim me a tall caramel macchiato, extra caramel, non-fat milk with an extra shot of espresso and do n't foam the milk too much.'' The barista nodded, marked the cup, and asked, `` can I get your name please?'' 
 
 `` Bob: Bee Ohh Bee.'' 
 
 `` Alright, Bob, that'll be 7.17.'' Bob let out a low whistle. 
 
 `` Damn. Let's see if I have enough change.'' He began rummaging through the coins in his pocket. `` Two... Three... Four.... One, two, three, four quarters is five... Five-twenty-five....five-fifty.... Nope, guess not,'' he said, handing her his debit card. 
 
 Bob waited, watching the clock as the baristas made a long procession of drinks before getting around to his. 
 
 `` You're lucky the train is late,'' he curtly told the young woman as he grabbed it off the counter. In fact, the train was precisely on time when it arrived twelve minutes later; Bob had assumed the trains ran on the hour, and thus would arrive at 20 after like his usual train did. It gave him enough time for a quick cigarette and to finish his coffee, both being discarded on the tracks just as the GO train pulled into the station. Bob took an aisle seat in the family section, laid his briefcase on the seat next to him, then placed his feet on the seat across from him. He then laid back and closed his eyes, and soon was snoring loudly.
