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This works best away from home.
I was once drunk in a 7-11 at 3 in the morning and the clerk was staring at me rudely as I perused the aisles. He was thinking I was a thief. It pissed me off so bad, when I got to the register I exploded and took my arm and swept all the keychains stands and little toys--all the little shit they put in your face--on the floor. Millions of little multi-colored plastic trinkets everywhere. I ran out the door and he chased me, picked up a handful of gravel and threw it at me. I turned my back and it hit my coat. I laughed at him and walked away. I'm sure he had fun picking all that shit up.
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