It doesn't work. You are still furious. Suddenly, for some reason, you feel powerless to continue screaming. Your anger abates and you concede, perhaps even resentfully, to the suggestion. Now imagine yourself at the checkout counter of a store.
Today is no exception.
You have been waiting for what seems like an eternity to pay for your purchase. Finally your turn comes. You hand the slow-moving cashier a twenty dollar bill. Usually you have to pick up your change off the counter. Today it happens that the cashier puts it in your hand, and for a brief moment you feel the warmth of his or her hand on yours.