Irritated

As Knobface answered her phone for the twentieth unnecessary time in an hour, I calmly stood up, walked to her desk, grabbed the phone she was using (she has two), expertly flicked off the back panel, dropped the battery out the window, then made her swallow her SIM card whilst making her apologise to everyone for being such a tit-head.

Actually, as she answered her phone for the twentieth time, I just went to the lecture room downstairs and sat for a bit.

To be fair, I am quite easily irritated, but that hideous woman takes it to a whole new level.