by Anonymous
(USA)
I decided one beautiful Saturday morning to have brunch at a nice little french cafe not too far from where I live. I sat at a modern type high table and hung my purse on the back of the chair with the debit card I frequently use in the back pocket. After brunch I proceeded to leave.
Since the cafe was a buffet type I didn't leave a cash tip as there was no service. I was irritated when the staff kept saying "bye" and "have a nice day" when I left...I felt they were being sarcastic or something for my not having left a tip even though I wasn't supposed to.
After I left the cafe I hopped into my SUV (whose color really sticks out in traffic) to head to a local home improvement store to look at crafts, pottery and flowers. I found some holiday ornaments on sale and a bottled water since I was a bit thirsty after brunch....something I ate must have been loaded with salt because I am usually very well hydrated but was now thirsty.
I went to the self-checkout and found the back pocket where I stuck my card was wide open and my card was therefore missing! So i put cash in the machine for my meager purchase but the machine refused to vend stating the amount I needed to enter. I added another dollar in case I missed the tax amount. The dopey blokey "b" manning the assistance booth kept insisting I didn't pay the correct amount. Her manager came and was helping her fix it.
Knowing I would fly off the loose end I got on my cell and proceeded to call the bank about the missing card. After I was done with the bank I thought for sure they would have to refund my money and keep their crap so I could leave, but the bloke said "Oh no, you can go...we fixed it a while back but you were on your phone."
I let the filth from my non-compromised tongue RRRIIIIPPP!! Everyone heard me scream "gd" "f" "b" and "f" the name of the store, followed by a bear Grrooowwwllll!!!! as I grabbed my crap and headed for my car.
I then got serious roadrage with every driver in my way. One guy started messing with me and I almost threw him off the road after we almost slammed into each other.
Then I called the only 2 people still willing to hear me vent in my life. But I spend much time in recluse trying not to be near other people. I am afraid that at some point I will kill someone or be killed.
To conclude the story...after the French Cafe and the home improvement store I FOUND MY CARD in another pocket in my purse. I went to a movie theatre that always makes me happy and saw a 4-hour foreign film there. Then I got some take-out and went home to watch the inspirational "Iron Man" and international sports on TV all by myself. I then texted the people I vented to that I was okay. Needless to say...I started at "0" that morning and flew to an "11" in just under 2 hours and then back to "0" again. I am a woman who just turned 30.
Response from Dr. DeFoore
Hello, and thanks for telling your story on this site. You're a good person, and that's why you don't like the way you're dealing with your anger. It sounds like it is also causing you to be more of a recluse. And I hear you loud and clear that you're afraid of someone being hurt or killed--possibly you--because of your anger. That's why it's so good that you're reaching out--this is your chance to turn things around.