Crazy m-effer.

Somehow...all summer...I've been the one at work dealing with most of the crazies.
Earlier in the summer, I had closed the store and was in the back counting the deposit and what not when I heard a loud banging on the windows. I started to walk out cautiously, and I heard someone scream, "FUCK YOU!"Ummm, freaked me the hell out. I grabbed the phone and headed towards the door. It was a stupid 17 or 18 year old who was mad because the store was closed. I told him to leave or I'd call the cops. I took a look at the car, just in case it came back.
The next day, I told my manager about the incident and he told me I could kick him out if he came back in.
Tonight was the night he came in. I walked up to him and confronted him about the situation. He denied it, but I knew it was him. I recognized him, his voice, and the car. I told him he needed to leave, and if he had a problem with it, he could come in tomorrow and talk to the store manager. He said, again, that it wasn't him. I said, "Listen, I remember the incident. I know it was you." He replied, "There's going to be another incident if you don't stop accusing me." Ummmm, excuse me? I said, "Oh really, because if there's going to be another incident, I can go ahead and get the police over here." He then left. I got his license plate number. He saw me getting it and moved his car.
I called the police, just to be on the safe side...I wanted them to know what was going on just in case this asshole tried something. The dispatcher was incredibly nice and an officer stopped by.
I worried about it for an hour and a half, then worried while I was closing. It was just NO FUN.

I want to meet this kid in a dark ally and punch him in his stupid face.

In other news, I'm a huge nerd, and the Free Hugs video on YouTube always makes me tear up.