It was the third time that the pilot light had gone out in a row. Maybe if it had held, if it had just complied and remained alight long enough for the heater to warm up, I wouldn't have lost it. Yell at no one in particular and scream my throat hoarse. Then again, it had been a bad day, and if it wasn't the pilot light it was going to be the empty tube of tooth paste in my bathroom cupboard or the dead remote batteries (I already knew they were on their last legs). Still, sometimes it feels so good to be angry at everything. Even if its nothing.
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