Thank you, Ann.
My little tantrum the other day wasn't about a truffle, it was about a box of non-letter-sized envelopes. I write whatever random newsy tidbits to my friend's young son, who has just been sent away (for good reason) to the State Pen. I do it every Monday. The jail will not accept cards, postcards, or smaller envelopes; they have to be either standard letter or standard legal size.
I did not get to send him his letter this Monday, and that grated on my fastidious and very impatient nerves.
I ordered some letter size from the supermarket yesterday--and they sent the small size instead!
The envelopes were the #1 thing in the order that I was anticipating--so when I saw the "impostors," I went nuclear!
As you surmise, I thing frustration at not getting the right envelopes is just a microcosm for much else of my way that I can't have anymore these days.