I am the gentleman who was in the line when you cut in with your horde of spawn and the two buggies containing $203.56 of various iterations of processed sugars.
Since I was, in fact, Off Work, Out-Of-Uniform and in my Happy Place, I really didn’t mind that you not only hip-checked me out of the way, but did so in the clearly-marked Express Lane 10 Items Or Less Cash Only Please queue.
And when you proceeded to harangue and browbeat the teenager working the register to the point of tears, well, I figure everyone has to learn how to deal with jackasses sooner or later, and this was pretty much a Life Lesson.
Besides, I was in my Happy Place, with my bottle of MetroMint water and my tomato … which is why I can’t understand why — when you were done with the coupons and the writing of the cheque — you chose to turn to me and hiss, “What the [deleted] are YOU looking at?”
In my defence you must admit that you did ask.
Bet you won’t do that again.