Twisted up and hissing

A sour old pumpkin lady made her way to the Halloween parade. She was rotten from the core outwards. Some days I feel as grimiced and sour as she. I catch my face getting all twisted up. 

I'm an old woman on the inside, but just 48 years old on the outside. As of late, I've found my patience with folks and situation lacking. It must be the little old lady inside peeking out and taking stock. I imagine her pulling the curtains back and looking at the absolutely absurdity I witness daily. I think this is why I've recently took to hissing. 

Yesterday these were the thing I hissed at:
A man cut me off in traffic. 
I could not find the giant rubber warted frog I wanted from Michaels. 
We saw an accident ahead of us that diverted traffic. 
My phone rang and it was set to full volume. 
I hissed at the stairs at Parent Teacher Conferences because there were so many of them. 
My entire order of phone cases was delivered to the wrong house. 
The coffee shop was out of oak milk.