I pick up a magazine to pass the time.
I glance ahead to see if anyone has more than 10 items.
I prefer to pick it out myself.
I prefer to be surprised.
I am apt to finish his or her sentences.
I am apt to wait until he or she finishes.
I usually forget it rather quickly.
I am apt to keep thinking about it for hours.
I tell him or her what a lousy job he or she did.
I figure it'll grow back, and I resolve to give my instructions more forcefully next time.
I take the opportunity to enjoy the scenery.
I try to stay alert for obstacles ahead.
I concentrate on my part of the job.
Having to put up with them ticks me off.
I pass it off as an accident.
I feel irritated at the person's clumsiness.
I look for an opportunity to put him or her down.
I soon move to another group.
I prefer to do it myself.
I am apt to call on my friends or co-workers for help.
I feel annoyed.
I try to decide whether the criticism is justified.
I usually flash my lights or honk my horn.
I stay farther behind such a driver.
I wonder why these people have such little self-control.
I think that he or she may have a metabolic defect or a psychological problem.
I have always been able to stop short of hitting them.
I have, on occasion, hit or shoved them.
I feel angry all over again.
The memory doesn't bother me as much as the actual event did.
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