for the first time in my life, i actually thought someone was mad enough to kill me today. not for any reason, just a loss of reality. let me explain. this kind of crack-head looking guy is in my line. i check out the lady in front of him, she leaves, and i ask the man what i can do for him. he's about 6 foot 200 pounds, and i can't stress this enough, he looked kinda insane. he asks me to get him a can of copenhagen and pack of marlboro lights. I get them for him, he pays, comments that the prices were better than anywhere else in town, i give him his change and receipt and he begins to leave. actually he just slid down the counter to the end as he was putting his money in his wallet. i went on to the next lady, started getting her groceries out, and asked her how she was doing. all of the sudden as i am conversing with the lady, the man snapped. he started screaming at me that he "could go right now" and that "he would kick my ass right there". he slammed his copenhagen and cigarettes down on the counter, which made a loud sound. by this time, the entire store has stopped moving, and is staring at us in silence. he continued screaming and cursing at me for a good 45 seconds before one of my managers grabbed him and took him out. subconciously as he was yelling at me, i had pulled the ladies basket behind me and in between us, which in hindsight i think is the only reason he didn't get to me. he came at me, but stopped. in conclusion, it scared me bad, i think he would have hurt me, and since everyone else froze just like me, he could have killed me. i think the reason i was so scared is because you always had police officers in elementary talking about people on acid or pcp or whatever, who escape, fall off 10-story buildings, keep running with two broken legs, and kill deer and eat their entrails all while being on acid. i figured this guy was the same way. needless to say, i looked over my shoulder for the next 2 hours.