I was in line at the pharmacy. This :grillman: :maybe-later-kiddo: power couple in front of me, of the distinct "The Wife dresses as fancy and distinguished as she can, while The Man Of The House dresses like a sack of flour wearing a Punisher skull t-shirt with a thin blue through it with cargo shorts" variety. The pharmacist had a :doomer: face that I felt kinship with, and looked too tired to hide it.
:grillman: "DID YOU CHECK THE BACK?" (caps emphasis his) "I DIDN'T SEE YOU CHECKING THE BACK."
:doomer: "The area behind me is 'the back.' What you see is what you get-"
:maybe-later-kiddo: "Excuse me? What did you just say?"
:doomer: "That's it. That's 'the back.' I'm sorry, that really is the entire-"
:grillman: "REALLY? FUCKIN' REALLY? You going to give me that much fuckin' attitude, son?"
:maybe-later-kiddo: snapping her fingers at someone that she thinks is the manager, arm reached over the counter, stretching around the covid-era sneeze shield, while that not-manager kept her head down and kept working at her station
:grillman: "I'M GOING TO COUNT TO THREE. ON THREE, YOU'RE GOING TO CHECK THE FUCKIN' BACK."
No gunshots ensued, but the :doomer: did a walk of resignation around the little visible back area anyway, pretending to be looking for something.
:grillman: "Was that so hard?"
Things calmed down from there, and after a dull and stupid extra few minutes, :grillman: :maybe-later-kiddo: left without anything else remarkable to talk about, except that they wanted written information about :doomer: to send to the pharmacy's management.
I sort of made the same :doomer: face at :doomer: in sympathy, but that's all I could really do. Is it really that hard to not make miserable people more miserable?
Just yell at people like that if you’re a dude Jesus Christ
Yes, I have done that before, specifically about a chud on a bus that was harassing the driver.
The sweaty, meth-addled-looking chud stared at me the rest of the trip, hate in his eyes got off on my stop, and followed me for blocks, pretending he wasn't stalking me. I glared back at him and did that juvenile "lunge" thing and asked me to start something. I stood my ground, told him I wasn't interested. He backed down, but from a distance, kept following me. I started going a different route away from my house and he only stopped following me when he got tired a half hour later.
I'd rather not repeat that again, even if I displease an internet stranger and lose internet points.
I got attacked by some meth addled skinhead the other day. Accidentally bumped into each other on the street and he lost his shit, was screaming incoherently in my face, wide eyed, “I’ll stomp your fuckin teeth out’ etc. his girlfriend yelled at him and then stormed off. I didn’t want to fight - I’m not a fighter, although I’ve been in fights and I know that someone on meth doesn’t stop until they seriously hurt you or you seriously hurt them. Anyway we shoved each other around a bit and then I took up a boxing stance and told him I was sorry we’d bumped each other but if that wasn’t good enough we’d have to fight. Honestly don’t know if I could’ve taken him, but some people really are animals and its when you show fear that they pounce. he left it and walked off. I saw him again in a local shop couple of days later, I just ignored him and he did likewise lol.