My parents had a neighborhood grocery store when I was a kid. Our house only had a single bathroom, so often, I’d be getting ready for school at the same time she was getting ready to go into work, and we’d both be in the bathroom. I’d finish my shower, and be wrapping up in my towel behind the curtain, while she’d be doing her hair in the mirror, having imaginary arguments with “bitchy customers.” - At least that was her answer when I finally asked her what the deal was with her arguing into the mirror in the morning.

About 8 years after that song came out, one of my uncles saw the CD in my truck, pointed at that song on the case, and exclaimed, “Holy shit! Have you ever paid attention to the words in that song?!” Uhh, yup.

Slam it so hard you could make it ding. If you were still mad, you could then yank the cord out of the wall. If you still weren’t done, you could throw it across the room, and it would be just fine, when you calmed down, plugged it back in, and set it on the table again.