I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!!! All those crying voices yearning for a counseling session, with all the anal undertones sneaking out. Now, for all that this applies to, grab your bottle of Windex and a clean paper towel, polish your plastic belt buckles, and then you can see where you're going better.
For the others, please hadn your brother the Windex, pull the splinter from your own eye, and send your counseling fees in small, unmarked bills.