As a veteran fussbudget I am only too familiar with the psychological phenomena of Making Something Out Of Nothing and Letting One Tiny Setback Ruin Everything, although I'm a lot more easygoing than I was, say, ten years ago. I'm not sure what happened, I just mellowed. To my credit, however, I rarely acted out or made a stink, I just seethed quietly in my tiny black vortex of disgust and disappointment. It's interesting how people can seemingly radiate hostility without words or any obvious body language or facial contortions. You just know. Maybe it's chemical, instead of pheromones people secrete hateomones. There's a funny passage in White Noise where DeLillo describes the growing threat parents feel from the back seat of the car when they're driving the kids home after getting fast food. The kids have eaten, they've had that satisfaction, now they want to be instantly at home alone with their things, behind the slammed doors of their respective bedrooms. Wordless impatience and boredom exude from the back of the car like a cloud of poisonous gas.