Baker: Going bananas

Though my kids, my late mother and a husband or two might dispute it, I’m fairly patient with human beings. I do, however, have a long history of being impatient (read: a raving, slobbering maniac) with traffic jams, phone prompt hell that never results in contact with a human being (“press 1 for customer service, 2 for…”), and dealing with “blister packaging” — for which there is actually a name: “wrap rage.”

Actually, truth be told, I am not always patient with people, most notably those whose political or religious beliefs don’t match mine (like I’m the Oracle or something). Hearing an adult belittling a child lights my fuse. I’m also intolerant of intolerance — and yeah, I do see the irony.