cross.

"Time passed.

Susan waited.

The more Susan waited., the more the doorbell didn't ring. Or the phone. She looked at her watch. She felt it that now it was about the time that she could legitimately begin to feel cross. She was cross already, of course, but that had been in her own time, so to speak. They were well and truly into his time now, and even allowing for traffic, mishaps, and general vagueness and dilatoriness, it was now well over half an hour past the time that he had insisted was the latest time they could possibly afford to leave, so she'd better be ready.

She tried to worry that something terrible had happened to him, but didn't believe it for a moment. Nothing terrible ever happened to him, though she was beginning to think that it was time it damn well did. If nothing terrible happened to him soon maybe she'd do it herself. Now that was an idea."

-taken from "Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency" by Douglas Adams.

i love the way he writes. so characteristically written. so playful with adjectives.