The Grapes of Wrath

"In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage." So says John Steinbeck. Personally, I try to keep the wrath to a minimum, but this morning I wanted so badly to open a can of whoop-ass on the evil woman who came in to yell at us about a parking space and then left before we could fix the problem for her. What was the point of coming in at all if she wasn't even going to wait a minute for us to figure out how to fix it? Starting the day off angry is sucky. Seems to make the rest of the day drag and things that wouldn't normally bother me seem irritating. It's a damn good thing we have cookies.