I like to think I’d be the guy who would be in the store trying to simply get some Flamin Hot Cheetos, hear this mountain of B.S., foot sweep him, make him give me 20 (chest touching the floor with a 2 second pause each push up when his chest touches the floor), and then literally make my boot and his ass make contact so hard when he’s walking out the door that there would be a “Houston we have contact” OR “Houston we have a problem” audible from space and time itself. His ass would be “western saloon entrance” kicked style out the door after he gave me 20 and apologized to that man. He might be drunk (people sometimes tend to do and say stupid shit), but this is unacceptable. There’s enough shit going on in the world today.