I probably am. I usually am. But here goes.
Was in the petrol station this morning as DH borrowed my car, used all the petrol and didn't bother to replace it despite now being retired and having more time than me, the git. I was on my way to a seriously important meeting and got stuck behind a variety of people who:
- decided that they had to do their week's shopping in the petrol station shop
- then had to check their messages and reply to them before starting the engine
- had to sort out/fuss over young children (ok I have sympathy and understanding with this one!)
- had to re-apply lippy and other make up
- just seemed to take so fucking long to get in their car, get it started and get the fuck out of the petrol station.
It annoyed me.