Price had taken you fishing. During the whole trip, you pestered him. He was responding kindly until you actually got to the lake where he would be taking fishing.

He prepared your rod and helped you throw the bait out into the lake on the string. He did so himself, also. He watched the lake and you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how antsy you were being.

"I'm tired of this, dad!" You finally complained. "Well, that's too damn bad!" He snapped. He soon realized he yelled at you.