The worst mood you have been in?

[Toffa]

Anyone have any funny stories about the times you have been seriously pissed off? What brought such a mood on?

The inspiration for this thread came because I am a real, real bad mood. I work at a bottle store, I was asked to fill in at a different one tonight which I did. At 10pm, closing time, I pack all my stuff up and lo and behold the safe was bumped so its locked so I cannot get it open. I have no idea how to open the thing since its completely different from the one im used to, i find the combination in a book and 30mins later I get it open. I needed to get it open to put the nights takings in, so I return the key to the hotel 30mins late (about 10:45pm) and at this stage I would be in the 'extremely disgruntled' state.

On the way home my dad suggests we stop off at MacDonalds, which was great. I knew a quarterpounder and a sundae would cheer me up. I walk in and wait for a few minutes behind a group of teenyboppers. When they have what they ordered the staff decide its a good time to close the registers. Pissed, I storm towards the door but they must have locked it behind me while I was waiting. So, my hand slammed against the door, trying to push it open (it said push). Very, very pissed, some little kid sitting nearby said to turn the handle, which I did. I couldn't tell whether he was paying me out or helping me so I quickly flipped him off on my way back to the car. And home, burgerless :(

If I wasn't so cheap I would be getting drunk right now, but at the moment 'getting drunk' will consist of 1 stubby of cascade prem light and 1 can of orange vodka UDL. Well, thats my bitching done.

So, lets hear your stories about how you have become seriously pissed and what it has made you do.

[Titan]

With a former girlfriend, I guess I'd changed oil or something on her car. We were driving somewhere afterwards, and she's driving her little Geo and I'm sitting there relaxing on the highway when all of a sudden ... the hood flies open and lays like a blanket on top of the windshield. Everything gets literally black, and I have to guide her how far out on the right she can drive while coming to a stop without ending up in a ditch.

We get out and look at the car. Turns out some hook that's supposed to hold the hood down has broken. Windshield was cracked and the hood look like an army had run across it. We get to literally tie down the hood with some wire before we drive back.

The car remains like this for 1-2 months. Until an officer stops her and writes out a ticket for the busted windshield. It's time to do something, so this friend of hers helps out with making up some insurance paperwork, and he knows somebody that owns a shop that replaces windows, windshields, and all that. She gets a time there, and gets the windshield replaced. That same day, I've been taking some classes in the city, so she comes and picks me up after the job is done.

We start driving to her place. It's a lot of traffic, so we drive slowly and talk a little. She's driving, and I'm sitting there on the side. A pickup flies by our car and he keeps honking his horn, and shoots me a bird. I just respond by lazily putting my finger up against the windshield. Then, I look at him and realize "what did that fat fuck just do?!" That's when I start to get pissed off. I've got a short fuse sometimes, but here, I restrain myself quite well. My hand is on the dashboard and I throw it up at him one more time. Some seconds later, I snap and throw my fist and finger up against the windshield two more times ... then it happens: C-R-A-C-K! The windshield cracks right across, from the passenger to the driver's side. She never changed it again.

[Titan]

This made me think about road rage. LOL. I got into minor trouble with some wannabe-gangbangers at a traffic light. I thought their car looked ridiculous, and it really did. I was at the passenger seat, so I leaned over to look at it. I laughed a little to myself, and the driver looks at me and says "what's your problem?"

Don't want any trouble tonight, I thought. So I relax. And it builds up slowly ... until I can't keep it in. It's like I'm suffering from Tourette's, because I look at him and say "I got problems?", and I hit the dashboard really damn hard with both hands screaming "Yes, I got problems! You're my problem!" My girlfriend is almost shitting herself, because she's caught between us, and I'm not thinking.

They go like "you wanna fight?", and I've calmed down and all I really want is for the light to get green and me to go home. The light goes green, but neither car is taking off. We're not taking off cause we don't want them behind us the rest of the way, and I realize my temper has gotten not just myself, but also my girlfriend, into some trouble.

To solve the situation, I decide to rely on my acting skills. I reach to the back of the car and pretend to pick something up and put down by my feet in front of me. While they're looking -- this is at night, -- I make it seem like I'm doing something with that thing, and I finish it off with a motion like I just loaded a shotgun. I look back up at the guy with a smile saying "I'm ready!" We then drove separate ways.

[Titan]

Wouldn't say those are "worst mood" either. When I get in a really bad mood, I just don't do anything. Those are just two of many temperamental outbursts I get.

[Dado]

Im usually mellow but I remember after my second fight when my leg was (and still is) injured from low kicks. And I was talking about something and I got so angry and I hit my damaged leg with a hammerfist out of anger. It hurt really bad, my whole leg went cold in a kind of deep pain. I guess I deserved it for being so irrational lol.

[Grant Ellis]

Fielding, ( o Y o ), and I had just come out of our elite social club, drinking fine wine, and smoking cigars when some cue-ball headed fool gave us a dirty look as he walked by.

Fielding fired back, "Hey Mr. Clean! You gotta problem?"

The man turned and sneared. Shiny head. Caveman lips. Fuzzy eyebrows. It was obvious who had beef with us...

Dana White. He studied us up and down, looked us in the eyes and said "Do you wanna be an Ultimate Fighter?? Do you wanna be a f*cking Ultimate Fighter???"

( o Y o ) cold clocked him with a bottle of alcohol (which he always carries) and Fielding slammed White to the concrete sidewalk and applied some sort of neanderthal choke on his throat.

I removed my glock from its hidden-holster on the inside of my jacket and pointed it right at his bald head.

"So you wanna dance with the big man?", I inquired.

Dana sort of coughed and sputtered. He promised us a UFC show in Japan. He promised us a 2-year six figure UFC contract. He promised us coaching positions on a reality show, Xyience advertisements, and all the rashguards we could steal.

It did not matter though, Dana White had made our list of things to do today.

We started by severing his nose and selling it to a keyboard-warrior fanboy, telling him it was beef jerky. Then we removed all of his teeth (which Fielding still keeps in his wallet) and one of his eyeballs.

We then proceeded to club him like an Eskimo on would a seal when searching for food or blubber.

After that, we strung him up by his toes and gathered all God's children to throw rocks at him.

We were then arrested, tried, convicted, and executed.

It was a damn bad mood.

[Jofeljoh!]

I was pretty pissed when Italy beat Holland in the semi-final at the EC 2000. Really pissed.

[Titan]

I was pretty pissed when Italy beat Holland in the semi-final at the EC 2000. Really pissed.Please tell us you didn't just clench your fist in the pocket and pout?

I've given up on getting pissed about sports. Sweden generally loses everything that matters anyway. Your story reminds me of a friend. He broke his shin by kicking a table when Sweden once lost one point in handball due to a wrong pass.

[Jofeljoh!]

We were watching with a lot of friends, and then we went on the streets after it. It ended with all of us playing street-soccer ourselves, and it was just so rough play, it could have been a mix of Ice Hockey and rugby LOL

[urdum]

I was Yesterday realy pissed of at Alexey. I paid to see a great show and seeing him doing something. But his lazyness again... I realy was pissed off at that moment. But after that there was a KO of Bregy i thaught that made me feel good again

[MZN]

I'm in a terrible state right now actually, I've had it completely with an assignment I just finished (it's 1:30 AM) about an area of law I've never even been educated in writing an article in a way I've never done before, talking about slow progress!@

And I just realize that I forgot to put my name on! Why not print it again! Damnit I can hardly keep the f-bombs to myself :).

That teacher better give me a suficient grade or I'll armbar the bastard right at the spot. It'll make a nice preperation for my orange belt exam next month! :)

typing this and a beer made me feel better already :P

[Shinbone]

I was in a terrible state going to the Amsterdam Arena last Saturday.

I live only 80 km or 50 miles from the Arena and it took me 3 hours driving to finally reach the damn arena.

I left my house about 14:50 and I printed a route planner, the route planner says that it will take only 50 minutes. So my little brother, cousin (not arie) and I left home and drove towards the Arena.

I assumed that the Amsterdam Arena was displayed on the road signs ( the things above the road) but I was wrong. We didn't saw any road signs with Amsterdam Arena Parking.

We drove past the Arena but the exit was closed because of contruction work. So I took the next exit, and I followed a group of younsters that were also looking for the Arena. We drove on all kinds of different small roads, often with dead ends. And a lot of these small roads were shut. So after driving more than an hour I asked a traffic guy where the Arena was. He said: follow the motorway ( highway for Americans) A9 and when you reach the Ikea take the next exit. So we drove on the A9 but we didn't saw any Ikea. So I tried my GPS navigation system, but that system is 8 years old. And is not up to date anymore. But hell, I gave it a try. By now I was really swearing bad. After driving a few kilometer I noticed I came not any closer to the arena, instead I drove away from the Arena!

I was so mad, and angry. At a few moments I wanted to go home! I was driving for more than 2:30 hours by now.

Finally we found the highway again and Peter, my cousin asked where the Arena was at a petrolstation (gasstation for americans)

So she also said take the next exit when you see Ikea. But the traffic guy sent me the wrong way, because a road has two directions!

So I finally arrived on my destination, now I had to park my car. There a 16 different parking zones so which one should I pick? I chose P-2, but there was a jam in the parking ticket machine.

So I tried to P-4 but that was was closed ( it was free though on the digital signs) so I took P-5.

Then we walked to the Arena and we had to wait in line because the security had only half the amount of staff.

By now it was almost 18:10, so I missed the first few fights of the evening.

I had a real bad temper while driving!

But I reach my destination.

[Toffa]

I was in a terrible state going to the Amsterdam Arena last Saturday.

I live only 80 km or 50 miles from the Arena and it took me 3 hours driving to finally reach the damn arena.

I left my house about 14:50 and I printed a route planner, the route planner says that it will take only 50 minutes. So my little brother, cousin (not arie) and I left home and drove towards the Arena.

I assumed that the Amsterdam Arena was displayed on the road signs ( the things above the road) but I was wrong. We didn't saw any road signs with Amsterdam Arena Parking.

We drove past the Arena but the exit was closed because of contruction work. So I took the next exit, and I followed a group of younsters that were also looking for the Arena. We drove on all kinds of different small roads, often with dead ends. And a lot of these small roads were shut. So after driving more than an hour I asked a traffic guy where the Arena was. He said: follow the motorway ( highway for Americans) A9 and when you reach the Ikea take the next exit. So we drove on the A9 but we didn't saw any Ikea. So I tried my GPS navigation system, but that system is 8 years old. And is not up to date anymore. But hell, I gave it a try. By now I was really swearing bad. After driving a few kilometer I noticed I came not any closer to the arena, instead I drove away from the Arena!

I was so mad, and angry. At a few moments I wanted to go home! I was driving for more than 2:30 hours by now.

Finally we found the highway again and Peter, my cousin asked where the Arena was at a petrolstation (gasstation for americans)

So she also said take the next exit when you see Ikea. But the traffic guy sent me the wrong way, because a road has two directions!

So I finally arrived on my destination, now I had to park my car. There a 16 different parking zones so which one should I pick? I chose P-2, but there was a jam in the parking ticket machine.

So I tried to P-4 but that was was closed ( it was free though on the digital signs) so I took P-5.

Then we walked to the Arena and we had to wait in line because the security had only half the amount of staff.

By now it was almost 18:10, so I missed the first few fights of the evening.

I had a real bad temper while driving!

But I reach my destination.

Ahh thats a good one, you probably handled that better than I would have.

[Shinbone]

How would you have handled it then?

[RedHawk]

Geez, I gotta stop surfing so early in the morning. I thought the title said...


"The worst mod you have been in?" :)

[Shinbone]

Redhawk, you have a dirty mind:)

[MZN]

How would you have handled it then?

I think he might have Ko'd Remy himself ;)

[Toffa]

I think he might have Ko'd Remy himself ;)

With a baseball bat of course.