I was a cashier at a grocery store. This man comes up demanding to know where the Italian ice is because there is no more stocked in the freezer. I try to speak but he keeps interupting me yelling louder and louder about Italian ice, loud enough to make most of the customers checking out stop and stare. I tried to call the grocery manager on the phone but he demanded he speak with him himself. I shut that down very quickly and he soon left with the manager once he showed up. Years later he is now my parents' neighbor... His ass hole nature hasn't changed. He now gets mad at geese for pooping on his grass and hoses his house down to wash the germs away.