Sometimes in life I have encountered awkward or annoying situations that have required me to develop several different coping skills lest I become agitated (read: stabby toward everyone).
The other day I was standing on a city sidewalk talking to some friends. A woman walking on said sidewalk was fast approaching. There was room for the woman to weave through us, there was even room for the woman to go around us. Instead of doing either of those things the woman loudly and aggressively stated "EXCUSE ME" causing me to jump farther out of her way and leaving me with a violated and slightly intruded-upon feeling---for a moment, this is when the coping skills come in handy. Instead of feeling that the woman was obviously rude and felt entitled to the entire sidewalk I chose to believe that she had just farted and was of course very embarrassed. In retrospect it's really kind of sweet and funny that she cared so much for our smelling safety that she went out of her way to warn us. Although she didn't have to worry since I smelt nothing, it was still really considerate of her. How selfless.
See how useful these kinds coping skills are? So the next time someone cuts you off in traffic know that the bastard driver is really just experiencing a Final Destination-like moment and knows that cutting you off will save your life due to the horrific crash that is about to happen--causing death itself to stalk you until you're mashed by a piano or decapitated by an elevator door. The next time someone cuts in front of you in the Starbucks line, while you stand two feet away distracted by colorful mugs and unpronounceable bags of overpriced free-trade coffee due to your crippling ADD, know that the cutter is taking one for the team by getting the last mocha made by the inexperienced barista-in-training before she goes on her break leaving you to get a perfectly made mocha from the more experienced barista.
If none of these techniques work it doesn't hurt to get a little stabby. Well it doesn't hurt you anyway.
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