This weekend I went to the Apple store to buy a new computer. As I was walking out, my former Senior Manager was walking in. He looked at me, seemed scared out of his mind, mumbled a few words to me, " hi, whats up" is all that I made out. He looked at me, like a little boy would if he was asking a girl to dance. He looked like he just crapped his pants. I said foxtrot uniform charlie kilo, yankee oscar uniform, alpha sierra sierra hotel oscar lima echo. Then made a fist at him, rocked my head back and forth, bit my lower lip, showing my teeth, like a dog does before it attacks. He said, "please don't" and walked the other way. The best part this is, Mr. Tough guy at work, Mr. I can do anything because I'm a SM, a little Hitler is what he is at Fedex, folded like a lawn chair. He is small 5'5- 5'6 maybe 140-150 pounds, I'm 6' 2 and between 235-245, depending if I've gone to the bathroom that morning. I'm not violent by any means, but I'm sure my reaction to him, cause him to go change his boxers. It was priceless.