"Why are you so angry?" Bridget followed me as I walked down the cafeteria looking for a place to sit after serving my food. The place was so packed today.
I found an empty table somewhere by the wall. Reaching there, I dropped my tray on the table and my bottle of soda fell and rolled off the table to the floor. I didn't mean to drop it down so hard but Bridget seized in on it and used it for instance.
"That's what I'm talking about. You are angry."
"How many times do I have to tell you otherwise before you believe me? Go ahead and tell me now so I can start counting. This is like...what, the ninth time?"
She set down her tray opposite mine and sat down, releasing a deep breath.
Maybe I was overreacting but I felt wronged.
