we all have those moments. like when the toast lands butter-side down, but it’s not the butter, it’s the way it landed, defying all known physics, just to spite you. or when your headphones snag on a doorknob for the third time in a minute. what’s your ultimate minor, rage-inducing, disproportionately upsetting everyday event?
Especially if you do it in front of someone and they ask if you’re okay.
Yes, Susan, I appreciate your concern but let me limp off and hide my shame and concurrent outrageous anger.