I pulled my favorite sport coat out of the closet as I planned to wear it to the funeral home tomorrow. It's a grey silk coat that I've had for a few years. I guess it had got scrunched in the closet and was wrinkled; creased would be a better word.
I got so seriously pissed that this jacket had the nerve to come out of the closet wrinkled. Realistically I know that silk wrinkles easily, but somehow I just went off on this thing. It's lucky to still be in one piece.
I think I'm losing my mind.