When I was growing up with my younger brothers (please read the older post about my baby brothers), we would slam doors when we fought. We never slammed lame... we always slammed big time! As in the whole house shook each and every slam. On hindsight, that house was a lot of fun. I'll write a tribute to it some time.I carried that to adulthood. Beware when I slam the door. It means I am veddy, veddy mad...
When I hear a door slam, I bristle. My adrenalin shoots up and I instantly become incensed. As the bell is to Pavlov's dog, the slam is to me.
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