We just took a family trip to Puerto Rico. Loved it! The snorkeling was as good as Kauai (and that's saying something!) and the weather was great. We stayed on at Shacks Beach on the northwest side. I'd been sitting in a beach chair on Thursday, and a rogue wave came out of nowhere and drowned everything I had. Including my beach bag--which contained my iPhone. Which then quit working right. It wouldn't ring or make any noise for a ring or a text message so I carried it in my pocket. It wasn't charging either. Lots of things weren't working. So this is the set up and my excuse. LOL
Sunday was the day to fly home. Everything was going well even though we'd gotten up at 4:30 am.
Until I got to security. Now I'm not yet used to those x-ray things where you have to stand with your hands out, but I dutifully did my feet apart stance and waited. Only to be asked if I was carrying anything. The guy put his hand on his midriff as a gesture for was I carrying anything there. Well no I wasn't. So he had to call a supervisor to frisk me in a private room. The problem was we were all hungry and wanted breakfast before the flight took off. And it took FOREVER for a supervisor to get there. I was getting madder and madder. I seldom get upset with people, but this guy was being a jerk and didn't seem at all concerned that I might miss my flight. I ran my hand over my very thin top and said, "If I were going to try to carry something, I wouldn't have worn this thin top." He ignored me. I spoke loudly to the kids about my dismay over all this. The kids were all getting antsy too. So I was acting very out of character by showing my displeasure. I usually just smile and swallow that kind of thing down. Not Sunday. LOL
Just before the female supervisor came (a good 20 minutes wait) I realized I still had my cell phone in my pocket. I yanked it out and held it out. "Could this be the problem? It was in my pocket." If he'd asked me about my pocket, I would have checked there, but he seemed more concerned with my midriff. He nodded and STILL wouldn't let me go until a female supervisor came. Of course, I was carrying nothing and was finally released. I had enough time to grab my coffee which was the important thing. Later, Donna told me she wanted to tell me to be quiet before I was thrown in the pokey. LOL But I really really hate authority who throws their weight around. I'm good obeying. I never have trouble following rules and am not a rule breaker. But when someone acts like a jerk and doesn't tell you anything just because they can, that pushes my buttons.
So that got me thinking about my characters in story. I'm going to think of something that really pushes their buttons to make them act out of character. So what about you? What buttons make you act out of character?