I'm getting a bit concerned about my rage levels. I've always considered myself a fairly stable bloke. Even when leathered, i've never been a scrapper and have always gone for the 'high jinks' option. Yesterday, I found myself going off at the deep end at something that, in hindsight, seemed to be fairly innocuous. Because I turned 37 yesterday, my wife had allowed me to give her the traditional 'birthday bumming.' For every yin there is a yang and before hobbling out of the house to pick up the kids from school, she jiffed me to remove a big pile of washing from the dryer and take it upstairs. A small price to pay for my annual tomfoolery session. I got a huge bundle out of the machine and started making my way across the kitchen floor. I could just about see over the top of the pile. As I got near the door, a sock dropped off, onto the floor. Keeping everything steady, I gently crouched down and picked it up. As I made to stand, a pair of boxers slid off. No probs thought I. I bent down again, but when I grabbed the boxers the same fcuking sock slipped off. Swearing gently, I bobbed down again, but when I got the sock up this time, a towel fell off. No big deal you'd think, which is why I consider my reaction extreme. I flung the entire load across the kitchen, some of it landing in a full sink. I thought I was going to turn in to the Hulk for a second. Only the pain of stubbing my big toe on a table leg brought me back to normality. Is anyone else a victim of this Incredible Hulk syndrome? What seemingly little thing, has flown you into a rage, that shortly after leaves you feeling frankly embarassed?