Grrrrrrr

My age is revealing a growing disdain for the following competitions: checkstands, gas pumps, 30-second ads, hostesses, traffic of all kinds, heat or cold (in any continuous form), appointments, my handwriting, and arguments that last more than 5 seconds.

I’d like to think this disdain reflects preference, not impatience, though lately I have a suspicion that my fancy French coffeemaker has been playing tortoise to my hare on purpose, in an effort to soften my glare while it brews.