It's alright to get caught stealing back what you've lost.

Little things make me angry sometimes. While I can handle the tiredness, the flat tire, the ripoff ticket dispenser, the spilled coffee, the insult, I can't handle as nicely some of the other, smaller things, perhaps because they are in black and white, posted signage for the world to see, where the other things were private frustrations. In spite of being bigger frustrations, when they were dealt with, they ended for me. These others, they carry on beyond.