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I’m waiting in an enormous queue at the grocery shop, and my patience starts to wear thin. There’s an old man in front of me who smells like rotten eggs, and another one behind me who can’t keep a decent distance from me. I’m getting angry now because the sales assistant moves like a drunk snail and keeps asking stupid questions. You might say that I’m too irritable and should have more patience, but let me enlighten you with my latest habits.

I always shop here, and I shopped here for some time. Now, every time I come here, an old person is trying to get in front of me or annoy me some other way. I’m sick of it and freaking tired! I just want to be left alone. Let me do my groceries in silence, and everyone should stay in their own lane. Now, I’m waiting in line, again, almost gagging from the awful smell, and we’re not moving. I’m throwing daggers at the stupid sales assistant, but she doesn’t see me. She keeps smiling and talking to a lady; I’m losing it!

I’ve always had a rich imagination, and right now, I’m doing my best not to put into practice what my brain just came up with. As a young girl, I was educated to be kind and polite. I couldn’t show my anger. Over time, I realized that if I were kind and nice to everyone, they would think I could be taken advantage of, so I often found myself in a lot of bad situations.

For example, last year, my best friend told me we should go on an exotic trip. I agreed. It looked so wonderful, and I really needed the time off. There was a catch. She asked me to pay for both of us because her bank account was blocked due to malware activity. And being taught not to say no or be intolerant, I used my credit card to pay for everything.

We went on holiday. It was a really nice place, but my friend didn’t mention the money she owed me. I didn’t bring it up because I was too nice and guess what? I never saw the money!

So, back to my shopping. I am pissed! This anger was buried for so many years that I can feel it bursting, and it’s going to make a big bum.

The sales assistant finishes chatting with the woman, and the next customer is being served. We’re moving. It’s good. But the stupid assistant starts to chat again. Now, that’s it! I can’t do this anymore.

I move in front of the line and stare at this young assistant like I want to gouge her eyes out, and I really want that!

’’Excuse me, miss! I’ve been waiting at this queue for about twenty minutes, and you keep talking with every single person here. Some of us have lives and other things to do. So, stop talking and start cashing out so I can get out of here, okay?’’ I say looking at her pimpled face and dark blue eyes.

She doesn’t blink, but her face turns dead serious in comparison to the smiley one she had before. “If you don’t like the service, I’m providing, maybe you should find another shop.’’ The little brat has balls. I give her that.

’’Well, isn’t that an interesting answer. Does your manager know how you talk to customers? We should ask him or her to come and see how you treat people.’’

’’I don’t give a shit. You’re a bitch, and I know my boss won’t mind treating you exactly how you deserve.’’

In an instant, my hand is in her hair and I pull her down, smashing her face into the counter. Actually, the register. My anger has reached unlimited levels, and now I’m acting crazy. I love it. My heart is beating fast because of the adrenaline, and blood spreads everywhere. Now she got what she deserved, and I really don’t care about the consequences. The sound of flesh being torn and the girl’s struggles gives me even more strength. I’m not letting go, and I don’t want to because it’s way too good. I’m a totally different person now, just breathing in the violence and pounding her head into the register.

I notice my whole body is filled with satisfaction, and I simply smile. I don’t know how long I do this, but at some point, hands are grabbing me and taking me away from the prey. Damn! It was exhilarating to act and not think, be real, be who you really are, and I guess that’s me: an angry, violent woman.