The funny thing is when I’m traveling for work I’m usually significantly more zen than when it’s on my own dime/time. You know? Oh, I need to drop an extra couple hundred bucks? Fine, it’s not my money. I think because I’ve always considered dealing with bullshit as a major component of what I’m paid for.
I was doing just fine with all of the bullshit up until the lady in line. By the time I got home I think I was pretty delirious. Like I might have attempted to push in the non existent clutch with the break pedal due to muscle memory and never driving automatic cars. Scared the crap out of me, and send my cell phone flying but no one else was on the road so it was not a big deal.