Misplaced Anger?

I was getting a pedicure the other day when a crazed woman walked into the establishment for her appointment ranting and raving that she could find a parking spot. She was 10 minutes late for her appointment. She then proceeded to shout at the unsuspecting woman who was going to give her the pedicure. "Are you in a hurry, because you appear to be rushing. If you think you are going to rush me, don't even think about it because I would have been on time if there was parking. Who schedules 30 minute pedicures?" And on and on she ranted. Misplaced rage? That is the kindest thing I can think of to say about this incident. I worry about the world I have chosen to raise my children in. I want to flee. I want to move somewhere where people ponder real questions about life. I want to grab this woman by the shoulders and shake her and tell her to snap out of it. (picture a scene from Airplane). Is that my own misplaced anger?