It could have been a horrible morning. I was on my way to work, normal route, normal (lack of) traffic. And then I discovered that I was hurtling toward an intersection, totally oblivious (until that moment) to the fact that the light was red. I slammed on the brakes with an intense hope that I wouldn't just skid right out into the middle of the intersection. Before I had a chance to find out, the light turned green. So foot back on the gas, movement regained, everything was fine! Aside from the heart dropping and everything falling from my car seats onto the floor.
Today I am unreasonably irritated by people who send me a check attached to a copy of that check. I've got the check in my hand, people. If I need a copy, I'll make one. You're just wasting paper and making me fiddle with my staple remover.