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May. 22nd, 2014 | 08:26 pm
I almost murdered an old man at the grocery store just now. I was cashing a check at the customer service and I turned around to leave and I walk past this older man who was waiting in line behind me. Note, that I didn't touch him, nor did I come anywhere near him. Irregardless, he says to me, "The exit is that way, buddy."
Seeing that I was almost to the exit of the store, I reply, "Sorry, but it's too late for that now."
"You're not a bright one, aren't you?"
"What did you just say?"
Now, I'm completely furious. My first instinct was to grab him by the throat and shove him into the counter, but instead I got within inches of his face and calmly said, "Fuck you, old man."
This of course shuts him up and I not so calmly walk out of the store.
There was a time when I wouldn't stand up for myself, because I just wanted to avoid confrontation. For whatever reason, I've changed. Maybe it's because I've realized I'm 6'3" 280 lbs and not someone to be fucked with. More likely though, it's because I worked a job for the last six months that had me being verbally abused on a daily basis by rich entitled assholes. No doubt a lot of frustration has been built up because of this and now that I no longer work there, I feel like I don't have to take this kind of shit anymore.