Diane stood in line at the coffee shop, frowning. 'Always just shoved aside,' she thought. Three men came up separately, stepping in front of her to order.

She tried to get the attention of the clerk, but the men were loud, obviously in a hurry. 'I hope you spill it in your lap,' she grumbled. Finally, she got her small decaf, slumping out of the shop.

On the freeway, five cars cut her off with extreme urgency to exit before her. She spilled her small decaf in her lap, crying at the burn, then she cursed the light as it turned red at the bottom of her exit.

Ten minutes late for work, her boss looked from her to the clock, tapping her foot. 'One more thing and I am going to explode,' she thought.

Going home, an SUV sped up beside her and cut her off. Screaming, accelerating, her citation connected, spinning out of control, slamming into the median.

The SUV skidded to a stop at an awkward angle. A man hurried out, running to her. Diane frowned in recognition and began to pass out.

"Honey? What happened? Are you all right?"

Then all was darkness.

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