In the movies, a character feeling the way I do might well douse the irritant with lighter fluid, toss a match and walk away.
Sadly, I can’t afford lighter fluid. Also, I can’t decide what to torch.
Fuggit. I wouldn’t get a great ending anyway–’cause I’m not living a movie. No, I’d just end up like that guy a week or two ago who got pissed at his non-starting lawnmower and shot it. (for those who can’t guess, that’d be: arrested)
Well, he was drunk.
As long as you’re sober…