He was running late.
I stood there, leaning against the car, fuming.
I was proud of myself for not yelling (yet), and for doing all I could to help him get ready (even though it wasn't my job).
But as I glanced at my watch again and again, I just kept getting angrier. He knew what time we had to leave! What are they going to think if we are late? Why should I have to be the one to deal with the consequences of his actions??