Rage

…rest of the buyers to cancel the open event on Sunday. I let my boss know about that. “What’s the problem with you?”-he yelled at me-.
“Why can’t you be more committed to your job? You used to be a better salesman. I’m so dissappointed with your attitude, I find myself in the situation of transferring must of your clients to someone more efficient”.

I left the office very upset and when I arrived home, I noticed that my mother in law was there. “Hi honey”-my wife said-. “I was about to going to the supermarket, but since you’re early, ahy don’t you go then”.

I waited a long time in the line because the old lady in front of me was paying with lots of change. After the old lady finished paying, it was finally my turn.
The cashier frowned at me and multered a well-rehearsed “Good Evening, sir”. “I have to count all this” -she told me mechanically-. “You should go to anoher line”. Two teenagers laughed at me, and I gave them a despising look while I directed my steps to the line.

Suddenly, I started realizing that everything was going wrong, since the moment that Mrs. Creenshaw prefered to stay home with their relatives first than attending to our meeting. If she would be more kind, my boss wouldn´t get angry with me, therefore I would arrive home when my mother in law would be already on her own home.

Having all these thoughts –inspired by my pure anger- I got aparted for two or three minutes of the reality. I got back pretty late! Two persons walked faster than I did and they were already in front of me, formed on the line that I was supposed to be the first one.

“Nevermind” I thought. “The things won’t go worse, I guess this is my limit, so I rather be a patient and calmed person”. You wouldn’t guess who was the couple that steal my turn on the line. The marvelous Mrs. Creenshaw was with her husband, having on their car supermarket any kind of stuff.

I said “Not again”. The lady turned to me and say with the most unpleasant voice I ever heard:“Oh, is only you Mirsky, Ithought it was someone important. You see, I have need to buy these as faster as I can”. I was struggling myself for not strangling that woman with that mousy voice. But the worst was about to come.

She almost got killed by myself when she told me “You know, I received a phone call from your boss and he made me some questions about you. He asked me if I supported you as a good salesman, but unfortunately I have to tell him the truth. I’m so sorry Mirsky, but I don’t think you are a person committed with your job”.

I decided to take away myself of that situation. I smiled bitterly to that woman, gave up to buy the things for my home. I left the supermarket, to make it company, were my patience and my calm that decided to abandoned me.

At that moment the last thing I want was calling my boss to hear his veredict. “Guilty”he would say with a huge smile on his face. I knew I was fired, so I kept walking, trying to find some peace and some explanations about how my horrible day had begun.

I was so focused on my “peace of mind” state, that I never realized the two guys behind me. When they grabbed my head and took my money of mi pockets, I recognized their faces: they were the laughing guys that found amazingly funny my adventure at the supermarket.

“This is it” I thought. Then I became a horrible person, with all that rage inside flowing on my veins, I discharged it on these boys, by yelling them in so displeasing way, that they got frightened and ran away.

I arrived home pretty angry, my mother in law fortunately had gone, but my wife had preparated me a little surprise. She told me that, after all these years, she had been trough enough, she couldn`t get more so she will be leaving me. She found unforgivable that I “disrespected her mother” (by dissapearing all the evening), so she saw pointless continuing a relationship with me.

I’m writing this while I’m on my way to get completely drunk. I don’t know even now why my day went so bad. Would it be a terrible idea to direct myself to the Mrs. Creensahaw’s home? She would be very surprised...No, she would hear me, is my turn to tell the truth to her. Good idea, then I would go to my mother in law’s home, she needs to pay what she did to me...