He had to keep going, and was yelling about having me fired, this and that, and I heard his shoes start clicking on the concrete and his voice moving towards me.

I drop my bags, turn around and pull off my jacket. I then asked him to please be dumb enough to keep coming. Which did cause a storm of “are you threatening me” bullshit, but he did stop moving, so I left and never went back. The company severed ties with him, and that was that.

I wanted to lay that guy out though. I’m surprised I didn’t crack a tooth gritting my teeth. I damn sure was white knuckling the steering wheel most of the drive, cursing the whole way home.

It never ceases to amaze me how little sense some people have. Like, yeah, you’re rich. You’re also half my damn size, and I could throw you without breaking a sweat. I mean, dude had seen me pick up his dad, and do so easily. My fucking arm was bigger than this guy’s neck. On one hand, maybe he’s just that ballsy or whatever, but damn. What if shit goes wrong? Like, what if I snapped? Money ain’t gonna fix getting body slammed by a sasquatch. Yeah, it would fuck up my life, but that’s after his long hospital stay, assuming he didn’t get killed.

Which is waaaaaaay off from the actual question of the post, but sometimes I get going and that’s all I can do. Jesus, I had almost forgotten that guy. I’m actually mad again, and that was back in the nineties ffs. Fuck me lol.