I did that one time in a bank when all the staff seemed to be chatting and giggling with each other and I was in a huge hurry. I got their attention; got my business completed and left still seething. Outside, my seething subsided and my inner calm returned -never to be lost again. I was not off my meds or given to tantrums. Just blew my stack that one time. Wrote a great poem about the incident.
we all need a bubble bath in todays crazy world. this poor man is very possibly one of the many that are no longer receiving care that have been released..or just a poor soul that is off his meds and lost in the store. Truly mentally challenged at that point. sad...
