I've been waiting for this day! I've read so many horror stories from everyone on here. It's an honor to tell this tale. I am 31(m).

I'm walking up to the electronics section at the Big Blue and Boomer(65 ) was sitting on the floor, waiting for his turn. His turn comes up and he makes a loud grunt as he stands. He then proceeds to berate the Hispanic woman behind the counter, telling her that he just bought this fucking Sim card and it won't work. She needs to do it for him. He bought it from her and she needs to install it for him. He's also now talking quite loud about how he already fucking spoke to the number on the back of the card. She keeps saying, in a broken English accent, "Is no return".

This is where things get good. I've held my tongue and said nothing, as he was only getting mad about the Sim card. He then, very loudly, says "I am in America, right?" At this point, I am now very loudly laughing at him. He keeps trying to talk and I keep laughing louder at him. He turns around and goes, "you've got diarrhea, huh?" I ignored him completely and looked at the cashier and go "What are you gonna do? You can't install it for him. He needs to call the number on the back." He tries to cut me off, saying "Hey dumb ass, I've already fucking called them, so I just speak a bit louder to the cashier behind the counter. Then he goes, "Hey douchebag, can I fucking say something?" That's when I looked at him. I went "NO, YOU CAN'T! You need to call the number on the back of the card and they help you. This is fucking Big Blue. They're not gonna do shit for you." Then he starts puffing his chest toward me(he's at most 150lbs of leather and eerily white teeth while I am a weightlifter sitting at 210lbs) and starts telling me to fuck off. I told him he needs to call the number on the back of his card. He told me to "go suck a fucking dick, you fucking maggot. Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit." To which I replied with, "Sir, you need to contact the customer service number on the back of the card." He then starts huffing away and I say to him "SIR, YOU NEED TO CALL THE NUMBER ON THE BACK OF YOUR SIM CARD"

He walked away so fucking mad and the cashier thanked me profusely. I told her it was no problem, I just need an aux cord from behind the glass.

That shot isn't okay and they need to be held responsible.