"You need to control your temper more."
"Fuck that cocksucker. My motherfucking hand is gonna' get burned because that piece of shit won't get his goddamn propane tanks fixed."
"I know. I explained that to him. He feels like you threatened him though."
"I never fucking threatened him."
I'm being mostly truthful. I never said anything directly to him, but I did say that if I get burned by his tanks when I'm filling them, we're going to have, "Serious fucking problems." Apparently he thought this meant physical violence. Whether that is true or not remains to be seen... although if I was him, I wouldn't be eager to find out.
When I say I'm tired of working retail, I fucking mean it.