Unfiltered Story #192942

(I work food service in a department store, and we were dangerously low on many supplies for serving customers. My coworkers write me a list and send me to the upstairs storage room as I am the youngest and most able-bodied employee there at the time. To get to the storage room, I have to walk down the main isle of the store. I am walking towards the edge of the isle and glancing over the list when out of my peripherals I see an arm very quickly reach across my path and directly in front of my face. I stop in my tracks and see an older customer with his arm up, trying to get me to smack into him. He looks me dead in the eye)
Customer: Watch where you’re going! (Keeps walking down isle)