My only weirdness was at breakfast.
I was having a sidebar situation when the girl behind the counter was switching out the eggs. I asked if she wanted me to wait for her to switch out the eggs or if she wanted us to serve ourselves the leftover eggs, and then she could change them out. She asked me, Why are you yelling at me? That’s a strange question, I wasn’t yelling at her, but she did invite herself into my emotions which were not directed to her. I explained, well I’ll tell you why I’m yelling, my adult son just had a bowel movement, and no one served themselves breakfast after I asked them to because we had to hurry up and leave that morning. Again, I can’t stress enough that my energy was not directed toward her, but if you choose to walk into a tornado, you can’t expect not to twirl in a couple of circles.