She lit the air with her anger.
The deli clerk was trying his best, but today was not a good day.
Where did this comment originate? Why did it fall on the clerk? Why this moment and not the next. The customer had built up to this moment; she awaited a moment when she would be able to tell someone off.
The tension of the day had mounted, bill collectors, unsatisfied customers, angry bosses, annoying coworkers, boredom, her kid's Christmas wishes hanging in balance, all had boiled up to this moment in the grocery store.
And now she had her moment.
She did not hesitate.
She aimed and fired.
The flare of angered synapses hung in mid air.
The clerk stood stun and look back with a filthy grin, and a deadened look. Mam, you can feel anyway you like but you can't stop me from helping you. Bring it on. I got a job to do.
