Chris Bell

I go to checkout and this lady with 623 items just narrowly cuts in front of me and she saw me with my one item and I know she did because she gave me a look like she still thinks it's the 1950s and we shouldn't be shopping in the same grocery store.

So now I'm not only sick, I'm also angry.

So somewhere there's video surveillance of me slamming my ice cream down on a magazine rack and stomping out the store, because I just need to get home.

I can't be around anyone right now.

So I finally get home.

I'm lying on the couch.

It's dark.

I have ice on my head.

My wife finally arrives.

She asked me what's wrong.

So I tell her, I don't know.

I have been sick all week.

I can't get rid of this headache.

I'm messing up at work.

I'm screaming at people at the grocery store.

And it just feels like everything's out of control right now.

And I think I need to talk to someone.

And her expression turns heavy.

She sits down next to me.

And she says, babe, you know that coffee's really not good for your high blood pressure, right?