I was a 20ish college kid working at Walgreens and we had a new assistant manager who was kind of a jerk. He had me stacking 12packs of soda cases on an end stand and I was kind of slow because upper body strength is not really my thing. Not sure why I was even given the job when there were so many strong high school boys employed there. When you get hired at Walgreens, there’s an understanding that you may be sent to any department: up front cashier, cosmetics, photo, stocking, pharmacy cashier, and doing other people’s breaks; but managers usually assign you to do jobs you’re better at, and this wasn’t it. Anyway, manager guy got irritated with me for sucking at this task and came charging over with a stock cart loaded up with soda, yelling at me to get out of the way so he could do it because I didn’t know what I was doing. The cart tipped, fell over on the end stand, knocked most of the soda down with an ear-shattering crash, and at least one of the cases split open and exploded, sending shaken-up Diet Coke shooting out of busted cans, hitting dude right between the eyes and drenching his vest. Dude just stood there for a minute, dripping and stunned, and I decided to be creepy and said, “You know what will happen if you’re mean to me.” Then I went and got the mop and expensed a roll of paper towels. He wouldn’t let me help clean up; he told me to go take my break. He was nice to me for the rest of the time he was at our store.