What's wrong with people?

Once at the Pack and Ship Store, some psychopath came in with a golf club. He needed it boxed (a service provided at the Pack and Ship Store). I was taking care of this old couple, so my friend took care of the psycho. My friend told the psycho we were out of golf club boxes and that the box we did have in stock was going to be a little big. My friend put the club in the box, brings it to the front of the store, and the guy freaks out.

Psycho - That box is huge. Get that club out of there right now! That's ridiculous a box like that! You might put a golf bag in there, not a damn club!

Let me provide some background information here. The box usually used for a gold club measures 6x6x48. As I said, we were out of those. So my friend used a box that was 10x10x48. Definitely bigger, but it was the closest we had.

At this point, my friend looks over at me smiling about how this guy is a total asswipe and I chuckle a little to myself. The psycho looks at us and becomes livid. Apparently, he was one of those raving lunatics that can't hear laughter.

Psycho - You think this is fucking funny!? You want to step outside!? Let's go outside and see how fucking funny it is!

My boss who was in the back of the store comes up when he hears these angry, stupid shouts.

Boss - What's the problem here, sir?

Psycho - This asshole put my club in this huge box and now we're going outside!

Boss - Ok. Well how about I'll just call the police.

Psycho - Call them. I'll be fucking out of here by the time they show up.

Boss - Fine I'll just get your license plate number.

As the psycho was leaving, with my boss following him, the old guy that I was taking care of this whole time shouted out to this psycho about how he was an asshole. It was excellent, and it made my day.

The psycho keeps shouting that he doesn't have a car and to stop following him. The psycho walked down the street about two blocks so my boss stopped following him. My boss knew damn well that this asshole had a car and it was parked in the lot right outside our store, so he just waited in his car.

About ten minutes later, the psycho figured he lost all his tails. He came around the back of our building, and ran like a jackass to his car. It was hilarious, this guy thought he was a total hardass, but he ran to his car like he was a fairy and his club was his wand. My boss got his license plate number, of course.

I'm not really sure what happened to this asshole. When the cops asked my boss what he wanted to happen I suggested execution. Somehow I doubt that was the action that was taken.

This story happened a while ago and it still bothers me. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people these days? I mean, I'm an angry person (read my site) but I'm not going to freak out about a golf club. I wish there weren't so many assholes like this guy out there. Maybe the world wouldn't be so bad. I guess I'd have less to write about though...

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