Despite being loaded for bear* (the evening's "incidents" had escalated an already problematic mood state) had just enough a shred of reason left to walk away when someone stepped on my last nerve at the grocery store tonight.

Sure, walked away fervently muttering not-at-all-nice things, but walked away nonetheless. Realized the last thing I needed right now on top of everything else was to get in serious trouble.

(*ie.,"To be prepared, mentally and/or physically, for extreme opposition; typically used in reference to an aggressive or potentially violent situation.")

Every other right thing today was small easy potatoes compared to that.