I seriously don't think I would have crapped my pants because some guy was screaming at me at the top of my lungs. I know I can't prove that to you because I wasn't there, but for some reason I'm a pretty indifferent guy to that sort of thing. I mean in the sense I wouldn't be scared. Actually, I probaly would have shouted back...which could have brought upon a whole other situation that would be just as dumb as smashing his windows
But thats it...just yelling. WHat's that run you in for? Disturbing the peace? Hopefully, the guy wouldn't then proceed to attack me then, though. Hah. But, I don't know. I'm weird. I'm the kind of person who, even if
that happened, I would still get sleep that night and be laughing about it the next day, provided of course he didn't put me in the hospital
OK, so I wasn't there, but the point is if some guy was yelling at me even that loud, for some reason I don't think I would care for very long...especially if I thought it was possible it was a misunderstanding.
And hey, I'm not without my human urges. If somebody pissed me off enough, I might want to (insert random destructive act to their property here...mwahahahahaha,) but they would have to reeally do something bad. In the meantime, if it makes you feel better, you can always put a nice ham sammich on their car on a nice hot summer day.
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