I'm a pouter. When things don't go my way or something makes me upset, there is no poker face. Everything from my hair to my toes will show that I'm not happy. It takes me awhile to get over it but eventually I do. My husband is the opposite. He doesn't let anything get under his skin and when negative things happen, he just rolls with the punches. His ability to always be polite to those in customer service, even when they are totally being idiots, is admirable. One time we missed our flight because we didn't give oursleves enough time to get to the airport. Because he was so polite and calm at the ticket counter, the agent got us on the next plane by telling the administration that we had a flat tire on the way to the airport! I'm really trying to emulate this calm character trait but it is a work in progress. Besides, I think pouting causes wrinkles!
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