Lost my patience with Prince Persistent earlier, though I don't think anyone would blame me for it.
The one time that I actually controlled my tongue, and didn't let it wrap itself around an endless stream of prattle, and the stupid man pokes, pushes, and refuses to desist with his incessant questions.
Just once, it would be nice if the stupid prat would open his stupid eyes and engage his stupid brain. Could he not see I was preoccupied?
Sometimes I want to bash some sense into his stupid head.
And then I remember.
Damn Destiny gets me every time.