So you think you're organized: everything's ready for the road-trip and then... and then... some stupid thing happens, that prevents you from doing things as planned. Its happening to me right now, and I'm having a great deal of difficulty in dealing with it in a good humored way, in fact, my first reaction is a strong urge to throw a temper tantrum: Wanna! Wanna! Wanna! Waaaaaah!
The point is that my plans have been overset in a small way only: I'll be leaving late because, despite having booked the vehicle in advance, my firm has decided to do something else with it for the morning. All it really means is that I'll be arriving at my destination at eight or nine tonight instead of six or seven. Apart from the fact that I'm terribly nervous about driving in the big city at night, there's no real reason why it should be a problem, but it feels like a problem. In fact, I want to grab my boss by the throat and shake her, while having the tantrum mentioned above, but all I've done is to mutter a bit and look sour. Do I deserve sainthood? Surely!
Only please, someone, tell me I'm not the only person who feels like a werewolf when things like this happen?
** I'll illustrate this with a car pic: This would get me to Cape Town double quick!