Last time I got really angry was several years ago when I was still married and my husband was out of work, collecting unemployment, and I was working 12 hour days and paying the bills, and every month, the cable bill would be different and sometimes different enough to throw me off budget, so I went to the cable company and stood in line, with people standing behind me in line, and asked why the bill was so high this month, and she said Pay Per View. I said nobody's watching pay movies at my house I can tell you. She said yes they are and she called up the titles, and they were all porn films, and the people in line behind me are snickering. So I see that my husband rather than looking for work is lying on the couch jacking off to porn all day, running up bills I have to pay. I came in the house shrieking like a banshee, slammed everything that could be slammed, all the kitchen cabinet doors and all the regular doors, and I picked up a couple of things and slammed them to the floor just for the pleasure of breaking them, even picked up the top of the toilet tank with both hands and flung it to the floor, screaming at him the entire time, I don't even know what I said, but none of it was nice.
Oh, I went berserk one night when this car parking under my window kept honking its horn and I couldn't get any sleep. The longer they kept it up, the more tense I got, until finally I grabbed the baseball bat and flew down the three flights of stairs in my nightgown, barefoot, talking about I'm gonna smash your lights in if you don't get off this street and stop honking. They said they were trying to tell someone their ride had arrived. I said well one of you go to their door, then, don't sit out here honking in the middle of the night, waking up the entire high rise. You think nobody can hear you except this one person? They said they couldn't go to the door because they couldn't remember exactly where he lived. We got in an argument about whether or not that was stupid and some names were called.