I can tell I'm getting old. I had an incident that as recently as 10 years ago, I might have dealt with by fighting, but I decided it would be more fun to embarrass the guy and make his job harder.
When I go into a store, I check in the order for my beer and wine (anywhere from 15 to 150 cases), then I wheel the trolley out to where I'll be working product onto the shelves. This is how every vendor does it, and there's never an issue. In fact, every vendor I run into regularly is pretty damn awesome and we get along great. This guy is different.
I was working product, and this guy from another company comes around the corner with way too many bottles of wine in his hands, about to drop them. He huffs and puffs, walks back around the corner, and proceeds to talk shit about me to himself thinking I can't hear him. He was saying things like "I can't believe these stupid mother****ers come in here and get in my way and don't move." Um yeah, I didn't move because you didn't ask me to. Then he say "I'd never put a trolley like that, I'd put it at the end of the aisle, I swear these people are retards." Things like this go on, progressively getting worse, for about 10 minutes.
Finally, I get tired of hearing him bitch, and I walk up to him to confront him. I told him that if he wanted to bitch, that's fine, but to have the balls to be a man and do it to my face instead of under his breath. Then I went on about my business. When I was in his face, he wouldn't say a word. But as soon as I was out of sight, he runs his mouth again. Then he comes around the corner, pushes my product out of the way, and stocks his stuff. I told him if he touched it again, we were gonna have problems. I am responsible for the thousands worth of product on that trolley, and if he breaks it all it's my ass, not his. It's a very serious issue, to the point his company's product can be pulled from the store for it.
So I move it back to where I'm working it again, and again he moves it. I put my stuff down, and get almost nose to nose with him and get ready to brawl. I wanted to pop him in the nose, but I decided to talk it out instead. This is how that conversation went....
Me: "You know the rules, keep your hands off my shit if you wanna keep them."
Him: "I'm 53 years old, you won't do shit you punk."
Me: "Until you start collecting Social Security, you're young enough to get your ass beat."
Then the store manager walks up, who I am very cool with, but is also cool with him.
Him: "This guy is harassing me, can you make him leave?"
Random Customer:" No no no, this guy (talking about the other vendor) has been over here giving this young man a hard time and being an asshole, make him leave."
Me: "Just tell him to keep his hands off my shit."
Him: "Make me."
Me: "Don't make me go to the diaper aisle."
Him: "For what?"
Me: "To sprinkle some baby powder on my hand and bitch slap the shit out of you." (I'm aware most people probably don't get the reference)
Him: "What does that even mean?"
Me: "You're about to be my bitch, and you're gonna stand there and take it."
Him: "I'm friends with the manager."
Me: "You better hope you're friends with Jesus if you touch my shit or run your mouth again."
Store Manager: "You both need to calm down and settle this like adults."
I then go into the back where his other pallet is. I jack it up, and wheel it to the freezer across the store. I then proceed to spend the next 20 minutes moving 7 other pallets in front of it and hide the pallet jack. I told the receiving clerk, who hates his guts, and told her when she got tired of watching his confusion, to tell him what I did. Then I go finish working my product.
After a half hour, he comes out of the back sweating like a pig, and looks mad as hell.
Him: "It was wrong for you to do that, and you know it."
Me: "Yeah, but I bet you won't touch my shit again."
Then I started laughing my ass off in his face in an overly childish manner and got a high five from the manager on my way out right in front of him, and she really is a personal friend of his, which made it so beautiful
I am well aware it was an immature way to handle it, but I think it's better than fighting. I just hate people that think they can run their mouth relentlessly and do whatever they want, and think they won't have to answer for it. I ran into him a few hours later at another store, and guess what happened? He walked straight up to me and apologized for being a jerk, and we called a truce. Problem solved, and damn I had fun doing it.