I think I have anger issues.
This morning’s stroll started out so placidly but it wasn’t too long before the steam began to build. All it took was a McDonald’s carton and a can of Bud Light a few feet from each other to set things off.
And that was early on. As my bag became increasingly full (I now appreciate the relative elasticity of Harris Teeter bags) the anger came closer to a full boil.
The progression of expletives moved from one silent ‘damn’ to a mumbled “I don’t G-A-S’ to multiple full-blown – and aloud – “WTF?” Maybe I have walk-induced Turrets Syndrome.
The crescendo came when, in short order
I suppose it’s good my walks are in the early morning. That spares innocent passersby from hearing my imitation of a veteran sailor. My salty language vents some of the anger, but not by a hell of a lot.