Do you ever catch yourself complaining? The other day I caught myself complaining about a how a woman was driving in the car in front of me. "Really, you feel that going 30 mph in a 40 mph zone is the safest way to get around town? Really?"
After being thoroughly irritated by her driving, I was irritated by the warmth of my water bottle, the glare of the sun coming through the window — the sun was just high enough to glare right into the car, but just low enough that the visor was no good — and I was most thoroughly irritated by the complaints of the kids in the back seat. “Don’t you kids have anything to be thankful for?!?!?”