Writing According to Mood

I'd had a wild day but was on-time, no…early!…for a play that my daughter's friend was in. I parked the car, opened the door, and—"Oh shoot! We were going to pick her up a little gift for after the play."

We climbed back in the car and drove to a nearby store. We grabbed a little something, then I checked out at the cash register and swiped my debit card. "Do you want cash back?" asked the cashier.

"No thanks," I answered, stuffing my card back in my wallet.

I was rushing out the store ...