I'm going to blame Pride for my almost killing a bicyclist this afternoon. I was heading East, after we'd abandoned plans to shop at Panzeys, when a bicyclist came out of the alley at stop speed - right in front of the Matrix. I locked up the wheels and avoided hitting the idiot, but really did not appreciate giving A the opportunity of seeing her father killing or injuring a bicyclist.
A, of course, chided me for getting angry.