Any dealings I have had with the tax office over here, especially in recent years when there was a drive to make it more client friendly, have been entirely satisfactory. Fair enough, they take your money, but you voted the politicians in to make them do that.
No, my nomination is Policemen. Not just any old ploliceman, mind you, motorbike policemen. I don't mean motorbike police persons, I mean motorbike policemen.
Generally speaking, the selection process is such that extremely personable, outgoing, intelligent young men get the positions. Put them through a few weeks training and stick them in a uniform and they take on an air of confidence and authority which is quite unbecoming. Stick them on a motorcycle and they become sour, arrogant, cynical bastards so full of their own self importance that they ignore the entire essesence of the reason for their existance, with every action they take designed to fulfill their lust for recognition of their power to create misery.