I was pretty close to legitimate rage the other day. For the record, rage implies psychosis where you are no longer in control of your emotions
I had just finished my final squatting workout before my strongman competition, I believe this was Wednesday. I walked into woolies to get some maple syrup and then drove home
When I arrived home, I started cooking some porridge for my post training meal and started to unwrap the bottle when, mother fucker.
"Maple flavoured syrup".