Bad day two days ago. I almost had a fist fight with the building Manager here. It's a long story but he is about 8" taller than me and has about 150 pounds on me and is about 20 years younger.
I rarely lose my temper and this has only happened twice since I got home from Vietnam. The last time, about 25 or 30 years ago, I was working for a foreman on a big construction job in the city. I am also a general foreman, but sometimes we have to work on another guy's job.
We were building a 50-story building, and he called me on the radio to tell me to send down the red dolly with Bob and Frank.
Well, the red dolly was being used as was Bob and Frank, so I sent down the yellow dolly with John and Tom.
He started screaming at me over the radio so loud that I couldn't even understand him.
A little while later I called him on the radio because I didn't know where he was. He said "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
I said, "I WANT YOU". He said "What For?" I said I will tell you when I get there.
WE were on a higher floor, and I got him against the outside railings of the construction deck, and I gave it to him.
I said " WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR TALKING TO? Im not your Son, I am also a foreman and if you yell at me like that again, I will throw you off the building.
Not in such nice words or so few. He was just looking at me and looking down the 30 or 40 floors below and didn't say a word.
Anyway, This time was just as bad and I came within an inch of throwing his 350 pounds off the 3rd floor railing. But he just called and apologized.
This happened to me in Vietnam in a particularly deadly firefight where we lost about 50 of our guys out of about 175. That day is when I got PTSD and it rarely comes out unless something like this happens like every 30 years or so when someone gets in my face to yell at me for a stupid reason. I am normally a very quiet, reserved guy, unless I am talking about ich or quarantine.
Now, he apologized and everything is good.