You were in the garage helping him work on his car. It was just something you wanted to do to spend time with him. However, you seemed to frustrate him a bit. You were holding the flashlight as he was working on the car. Suddenly he dropped his tools and looked at you.

“Hold it right!” He yelled, slight aggravation in his eyes. You stood up straight out of confusion glancing quickly from his face to the flashlight. “You’re way over there and I’m right here!” He was still yelling.

“Okay, but don’t yell at me,” you mutter softly, looking at him.

He took a breath and in a softer tone he started again. “Can you just shine the light at the right spot? What is so hard about that?”

“Where?” You ask, looking back and forth between him, the flashlight, and the car.

“What is so hard?!” His voice raised once again. You jumped when he yelled this time, staring at him in disbelief at his unusual behavior.