5.18.1992

When I came home from work today I needed a shower pretty bad. I was covered in tomato and pineapple juice. Mark started it. I was in the back rooms doing some markdowns on discontinued items when Mark came through and stabbed a can of soda with his boxcutter. He shook it up and threw it at me. They like to call them "grocery grenades". He didn't hit me with it but it really made me angry, especially since I hadn't gone out of my way to provoke him today. I cooled down and forgot about it but later on in the shift Mark began throwing a bunch of cherry tomatoes at me and messed me all up. I was up in the second layer of our pallet racks so I couldn't really hide or get away from him. I grabbed a full bottle of beer (it was the only thing available) and threw it as hard as I could at his feet. It was a good choice to hurl at him since I knew he wasn't going to be expecting that sort of retaliation while I suffered through his cherry tomato barrage. The beer bottle smacked the concrete just in front of his shoes and exploded. That got his attention.

Later on Mark was stuck in his checkstand. I spit a mouthful of ice water down his back while he was ringing some lady out. He couldn't do anything about it except take it and carry on. Then I came back with a paper cup full of dirty mop water and threw it on him. He smelled like fresh garbage. Mark got pretty angry and made a big deal out of it by asking The Colonel for a new apron to wear. Big sissy. Mark can dish it out but he can't take it. This all started between Mark and I months ago when I was bagging some orders and I kept getting hit in the back of the head with golf tees. I couldn't figure out where the fuck they were coming from. Every time I got hit with one and I turned around everybody was busily working away. I caught Mark out of the corner of my eye throwing them at me and it's been on ever since.