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I’m Feeling Frustrated
What do YOU do when that happens?
Today started out well enough. I was away over the weekend and drove home this morning.
My drive began perfectly pleasantly. It was a bright sunny day, I was blasting some great music, bopping and singing along, the window down and moonroof open, just loving life. Traffic was barely a problem, and I cruised along content and happy.
Made my first stop. Had to wait for them to open. Then wait for them to actually get someone in who could sell me what I came for. Fifteen minutes later, back on the road.
Second stop. Took me a bit to find what I was looking for, but then I was done. On the road to get home, finally.
Odd traffic (which shouldn’t surprise me, really — I mean, it’s The Garden State Parkway, and it’s totally unpredictable like that) started to irk me. I recognized this but was getting frustrated and angry anyhow. Let it go. Drive through. Change highways.
Home at last. Park the car — but cut the corner too sharp and nicely scratched the paint on my rims. A little frustrated, but letting it go. Unload some stuff from the trunk, ripping the plastic bag I’m pulling at in the process. Ok, fine, deep breath, adjust, close up the car and get into the apartment.
