So, was at Kroger tonight, waiting at the deli. They have a pick-a-number system. I am standing there, about 15 feet from the counter over by the olive bar trying to come up with some type of shtick picture to take for Tanner when the girl calls my number, 83. I raise my hand to her, she nods, and I start walking over. Some 50 year old guy with a heavy European accent of some sort starts saying "84, I've got 84". I get to the counter, tell the girl what I want, and he interrupts, rather rudely, "Do you have 83?"
Me: "Yup."
Him (angrily): "Are you sure?".
Me: "Positive"
Him: "Well I don't see a ticket!" and he throws his arms up in the air.
In the best smart ### tone I can manage, I say, "Oh, hold on, let me get it for you!". So I go over to my cart, get the ticket, and try to hand it to him, "Here you go, it's all yours, you can have it". He won't take it, so I put it in his cart and say "I'll put this here right for you so you can look at it".
He goes over to his son who is with him, probably 15 years old. Going on and on about what an idiot I am, rather loudly. I do my best to ignore it. Finally look over and he is staring me down.
Me: "You need something?"
Him: "you're making a big mistake".
Me: "Is that so?" I laugh, almost in an exaggerated manner.
He starts walking to me. I told him to back off. He keeps coming. I put my forearm out, and it touches his chest. I didn't push him, just held it firmly. He violently pushed my arm away. Some lady steps in between us, pushes him back some, telling us to act our age.
Holy #### was my blood boiling. I haven't wanted to punch someone that bad for a very long time. I did my best to ignore him, I think a few other things were said. At one point I looked at his son and he mouthed to me "I'm sorry". I really felt bad at the point, for him. I felt guilty about pushing that old guy's buttons.
. Wife will not approach the counter if she’s working, kid is 16 now. 
