I literally was standing in the parking lot of my restaurant with arguing with a subway rep in the middle of a snowstorm.
I had my right hand in his face cursing him and my left hand in my pants pocket wrapped around a smith and wesson bodyguard 38 snubby.
I told the man never to return if he valued his life...he never did while I was there.
My employees were watching me through the window wondering how long it would be before I blew his brains out.
You can only push a man so far before he pushes back.
What was the immediate cause of the confrontation? Sounds like it must have been a doozy (or maybe just the final straw upon the overloaded camel).
True-true.
Glad everything turned out your way, and it did go your way.
Hoping you found a niche somewhere, either for yourself or for someone else, as long as you're with honest people.
Ironically the Subway slime-balls? They had a hand in your knowing what creeps look/sound/act like; since, you were schooled by the best crooks in the business when you inadvertently tangled with Subway, eh?