“Is everyone who works here idiots, or just you?” a customer arrogantly asks.
A green shirt, a green counter is what stands between the customer and the parts associate. The associate dips his head, with hopes to subside his anger. He clinches the left side of the counter. His right arm braces the right upper display podium. Right hand sprawled and grasping over the edge, as if to support his balance; but, used to balance his emotions.
“Don’t act so emotional and angry! You are the one that fucked up!” The customer spouts as other customers gawk with disgust on their faces.
Anger building more and more. Fingers clinch tighter and tighter. Pinched skin on the left palm, so intense, a small drip of blood builds and drops to the floor.
“Can i speak to the manager?! I’m done dealing with this fucking moron!” the customer continues.
A soft breathed voice mutters out of the associates mouth. “….this counter is whats saving your….”
“What was that you said? You mouthy little shit!”
The associate slowly raises his head. Shaking with anger. Eye contact, so intense, a predator would feel dread. Animosity so strong, the aura causes the other customers to shake uncontrollably. A deep demonic voice makes its self know.
“I SaId ThAt ThIs CoUnTeR iS aLl ThAt Is PrOtEcTiNg YoU fRoM mE!”
“wa…..wa….what?” the customer stammered.
Time slows as the crowd onlooks the savage moment. Trapped in fear. Even other fellow associates a caught in their gaze, watching nature unfold before them. It was not him pulling the counter apart. It was he pulled himself through the hard pressed particle board. Splinters and wood shards explode from over flexed pressure. The customer can not appropriately collaborate his thoughts. So much going on so fast, ‘fight or flight’ delayed through confusion.
If a narrative could be given to explain what happened, it would explain; muscle bulging, over powered limbs, broken bones, mouthful bloody bites, prey squealing.
Be careful how you behave. You may have the right to speak. I also have the right to defend myself. I am not strong with talking, I’m great with violence. The person your trying to over power, with your dominate, “Get what I want” attitude, is already overwhelming and pushing a psycho to his limits. He is just doing his job. And you think your better. Watch yourself before you are the reason someone who is stabile loses their mind and goes on a killing spree starting with you.
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