Call Security...
Bear with me since at times this may seem as a rant (yes, the temptation is to write it as "bare" with me, but this is not about a nudist colony). No, I wasn't on the sidelines working as an unpaid air traffic controller, although in my earlier years I did glance at those "sample tests" books for becoming one (it only took a few questions to put that idea to rest). But every now and then I tend to find my calm demeanor nearly pushed to the brink. Not often, mind you, but sometimes. It is at those moments (as my wife tells me) that I grow sarcastic, which is my version of showing anger. It's a cowardly way, that of nipping and placing barbs, although I don't use the even more cowardly form of quickly adding, "I'm only kidding." Even I hate that snidely way of giving a dig but not having the guts to acknowledge it. Still, perhaps that curmudgeon side of me is popping out from behind the curtain more often as I age and near...