So she stood there, extremely frustrated, and frustration slowly giving way to anger. In a few minutes though, she would be a different person. She would find a way to laugh over the incident.
She would imagine them switching places, She the boss reprimanding, and him the junior minion, listening with a sorrow face. Or a million other things. Or better still, she could curse him. May he face the same insult as me, or still worser, or some such. Slowly she could get lost in thought, flying over imaginery terrains,the incident lying centuries ago.