I was angry today. At lots of things.
Tree pollen. Terrorist brothers. A lost wallet. I internally cursed the olive-skinned man who parked his Mercedes in the fire lane in front of the Harris-Teeter today. Then I cursed myself, also of olive skin, as I rummaged through bags in my trunk looking for my wallet in that grocery store parking lot.
And for cursing the first olive-skinned man in the first place.
I’m not sure whether I cursed the lost wallet, my olive skin, or both.