Thought I'd share a positive - it IS, trust me! - story with you all on International Mandem Day and, more importantly, @MyTea Boc 's birthday I went to the local post office earlier to drop off a couple of eBay sales. Got into the queue with three people ahead of me and two counters open. As per usual, the customers at the counters when I came in were fannying around with stuff that they really should learn to do online, so there was a bit of a wait. Now, people don't seem to have figured out that BOTH counters - front and rear - offer exactly the same facilities, so some were specifically waiting to only use the rear counter. Bloke at the front counter shouts 'Next' and no-one moves. I have my hands full and a mask on but I gesture with available elbows to the three people in front of me to go to the counter. They just look at me like I have 3 heads. Suddenly, bloke behind me starts yelling and swearing and stomps to the counter before I can get past the three idiots. I say 'Excuse me mate but I was before you' and he just goes off on one, calling me all the things under the sun, so I ask him if he's either a teenage boy or mentally subnormal, and, if not, to stop fucking behaving as though he is whilst dropping my two packages - already paid for online - on the counter. He then starts insisting he wants to fight me, despite being a good few inches smaller than me both in height and all around in general, which I have absolutely no interest in doing so because, as I said, I'm neither a teenage boy, stupid, or willing to get arrested for absolutely marmalising the wee fellow, so I just turn my back on him, grab my receipts and leave, with his impotent shrieking still going on behind me. Get home, eat food, suddenly there's a knock at the door. I think it's probably someone at the wrong house trying to buy stolen goods that the bloke in the house of the same number in the next street is so fucking obviously selling, as that's who it usually is after five o'clock, so I answer the door expecting to have to say 'No mate, I'm not selling a phone/tablet/laptop/PS4/Switch, that's the next street along'. Standing behind my gate is the bloke who threw the tantrum in the post office. He says "Did I just try to pick a fight with you in the post office?", to which I confusedly reply, "Yes. Yes you did". He then apologises profusely and explains that he is actually a neighbour and suffers from severe anxiety and depression. He hardly ever leaves the house as he's so prone to meltdowns and had, unfortunately, had an awful day before stepping into the post office and was completely on edge and wanting to get the fuck out of there ASAP. Whilst he was shouting at me he KNEW he was overreacting and panicking but couldn't rein himself in. After I walked out, one of our other neighbours who was in the queue told him off for shouting at me as I am 'ever such a nice boy', which actually helped calm him down. He immediately felt awful and ran home in shame. He then knocked on a couple of doors to try to find me so he could apologise, thankfully getting the right one on his second knock. He was just so contrite and I could tell he was in a bit of a state so I told him it was absolutely fine, not to even worry about it and gave him a hug. Turns out that he'd done some time a while ago and had been inside long enough that when he got out again, his anxiety had gone through the roof with trying to cope with being out again. He'd managed, with the help of medication, to find a way to earn money and live without having to go anywhere - he buys stuff in bulk or cheap and sells it on via eBay - but with things the way they are ATM, he'd been even more stressed than usual and it had just all come out suddenly at the post office. I told him that I was proud of him for owning the situation and that he was very much a bigger man than he thought he was for actually coming and apologising to me when he really didn't have to. We chatted a bit more and I really did feel for the bloke and knew exactly where he was coming from , based on my own experiences. We parted with us both saying 'If you feel bad or are having a wobble, just knock and you can come in, anytime'. Honestly, the most surprising and, ultimately, positive experience that could possibly have come out of a near-fisticuffs situation! Quick straw poll - MPM Movie Masterpiece Jazz, Yay Or Nay?