Rage attack

The face of furor runs his own home business.

The face of anger is ugly. Jowly expletives flap all over, and stick to dry surfaces, and then slide down, slowly. I met this guy snowboarding, and boy is he an asshole.

Our bus stranded us at Hunter Mountain, but, even though there was no room at the inn, a Paragon Sports bus let us crouch in the aisle Fung-Wah style. Three uncomfortable hours later, we got back to our snowboarding company, walked in and told them our predicament.

But an older fellow, long in the tooth and short in the temper, took to the stage. He yelled, he swore, and it was uncomfortable. The store manager, a guy who looked like he worked at Jimmy Stuarts bank in It's A Wonderful Life absorbed the blows, sweat on his bald head, and then the yeller stormed out.

We got the trip for free, plus one more, which is totally worth it, and anger got high blood pressure.

The end.