When you hear the screeching, scratching sound that only sand and glass make and find your child "cleaning" your glass with a mag float thoroughly loaded with sand.
You had chicken wings the night before and you have to wake up early the next day for work. On the way, you get that fearsome grumble which puckers your buttox and makes you want to scream. After hauling tail, you nearly want to just roll out of your car and release but you have to stay civil in a civilized world. After release, its like venting a pressure cooker.
