Had enough? Ticked off? Annoyed to the point where you’d like to kick yourself in your own behind? …and you sure would, if you hadn’t strained your hamstrings in yoga.
But, hold on Missy, you’re a nice person.
“Oh my God,” you sputter, as you grind that bicuspid just a little bit more before you spew pent up schlomp on a loved one; or better yet, a stranger.