Short fuse

I try my best to control anger, but most times it controls me. Tomorrow (Friday) happens to be the day I was born (don’t remember, think 20 years ago!) and so thought would pick up a new jeans from the City Centre, Sharjah.
A friend offered to drop me by taxi while going to his office. The taxi driver rudely asked me to get down, saying he would not stop the vehicle on the way. He cited some rule that sharing is not allowed. In seconds, I blew a fuse and after a heated argument I was forced to get down and walk. Shucks, I could have down that without allowing my BP to shoot up. Lesson learnt – to be forgotten instantly as usual.
Two days ago, I advised a close friend that she should have diplomacy in dealing with things. “No point in shouting at your colleagues,” I told her. “Stop advising,” she reacted. “You are a dear buddy. That’s why,” I tried to cajole her. At the end of the conversation, she was cool and I was furious.
There are people whose only mission in life seems to infuriate others. A junior regularly came to office late. After several warnings, I told my senior to advise him. And he did.
“If you do not report at 2pm tomorrow, you are sacked,” screamed my senior at the guy. The chap glanced at me with a “handle you later” look and moved out.
Next day, he entered the office at 4pm, smiled and flashed a “good evening” to the senior. He then looked at me like a wily cat holding a helpless mouse. Well, such is life.