I had a guy cut me off and threaten to drag me out of my truck and beat my ass once. When he put his hands in my driver door window I fairly calmly informed him I was about to shoot him in the face. Pretty sure that was about the time he saw the 357 in my lap. Confrontation settled down quickly then.
I completely lost my schit in the process of firing an assehole who’d just told me and my wife who worked at the same place that she was a [bleep]. It was a good old fashioned, “get your schit and get the fugg out before I kill you with this ball peen hammer” type firing speech. I feel like he got the message since he grabbed his lunchbox and hit the bricks like the devil was after him.
Other than that I’ve been cool as a cucumber pretty much my whole adult life. I’m kinda like the Flave, everybody loves me.
