“I can’t see you, moron. You’re right in front of a f*cking beaming light in my eye.”

You call out angrily from your seat in the car as your boyfriend, Matt, points to which button closes the garage door.

You two had gotten into a fight about dinner beforehand, and there was still obvious tension between the two of you.

Matt shoots you a look before rolling his eyes. He slams the door shut, making his way to the driver’s seat of the car.

“Lose the attitude, immediately.”