From Zen Master to Rage Monster. What happened when a patient man finally snapped?

My grandfather is a nice, funny, flirty guy, was an exec at a manufacturing business after being

the third employee. Everyone gets along with him, and he's fairly well off in my small town.

One day my cousin and I are helping him with some paperwork,

and we go to the store. There's a lot of poverty in my hometown, and one of the poorer families was at

the store. My cousin makes some comment, he was kind of a teen brat at this point, about that

family being poor and what were they doing at the store, because they couldn't buy anything,

or something along those lines. My

nice grandfather grabs him and slams him against the wall and says, nothing in your life makes

you better than them. Right now I'd rather have them by me than you. He then makes my cousin go

apologize and my grandfather announces my cousin will pay for whatever they're getting. He pays and

then makes my cousin work off the expenses

for him to prove a lesson, and now that cousin is a stand-up social worker specialising in poverty,

family mistreatment and rehabilitation. The only time I've ever seen my grandfather be aggressive.

Working in an auto parts warehouse, one of our managers was a very quiet, collected person.

One particular day, some of the orders were wrong, and the ordering system was malfunctioning.

He calmly goes back, starts up a forklift and rams it full speed at a huge stack of wood pallets.

He must have thrown it in reverse and repeated this about a dozen times, raising and lowering the forks appropriately. Everyone stopped

working to watch as every last pallet was destroyed. When there was only a pile of wood scraps

left, he turned off the lift and calmly walked back and continued working as if nothing had

happened. My father, who had a legendary temper and never lost it in front of me, was sued for malpractice

by this insane patient and the epitome of the ambulance-chasing lawyer.

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