Wondering what it would take me to yell at a server. Like if I ordered a pizza and they brought me a bowl of snakes? But I’d probably still just be like, “I’m sorry I think you brought me someone else’s snakes.”
I'm having an awful day. Then for moment after I farted I thought I'd shat myself a tiny bit. I hadn't, and suddenly today doesn't seem so bad anymore. There's a lesson there somewhere.