I've fantasised about doing it many a time. But I've always managed to get a grip on myself. I've been raged at by higher level Ns a couple of times. The first time outside of London City Airport. A black woman with a foreign accent asked me to take her to Chelsea. I told her I was waiting for a client. I'm guessing I came across as a bit abrupt. I can sometimes. People irritate me at times. Especially when they can't make their own arrangements. I'm a perfectionist, you see? "Liar!" Was her response. Maybe she thought I was being racist? I'm not! I'm just extremely xenophobic. That's the N in me who is an island unto himself. Projection, you see? I got out of the car and told her to piss-off back to where she came from. Anyway, she and her male co-dependent went running to two police officers screaming "racist!" One officer took me aside and the other took them aside. Mine was believing what I was telling him. Meanwhile, I could hear them telling theirs a pack of lies! The Anti Social in them, you see? Meanwhile my client appeared; so I needed to get away. My response was to insist that we shake hands and I say "sorry"! Trust me, I've got my fingers crossed behind my back. Disarming pillocks! It works every time. Kevin strikes again! JC called it "turning the other cheek".
The other time I was waiting for the teenage son of another client. Some drunken pillock, who is known to some of my other clients, does the "who are you waiting for?" thing. I've been a taxi driver for 20 years. So I know what to say under these circumstances. I forgot myself. I was in a middle class Surrey village, after all. Pillock says: "Oh, that's me." I immediately go into superior mode. Pillock insists I should accept it as part of the job. No pillock, I don't! Teenager arrives and sees what's happening. Pillock knows him. Argument continues and I punch through pillock's armour! Pillock goes into a screaming rage. Pillock knows words that would make Bernard Manning blush. I know I'm over weight, by the way! Pillock's girlfriend of the year trys to restrain him. I get out of the car and Pillock's realises how big I am. I tell Pillock to wander off. And he does; walking straight into a pillar! Kevin strikes again!
I grew out of my image related rages about 8 years ago. I still do the passive aggressive thing. More A than P. If people find chinks in my armour these days, it's less painful than it used to be. Usually, I just growl. I think some of us are like fine wines. We improve with age. Some, I sure, get corked though.
http://youtu.be/lmlZWYvXMUoExN Russell Brand devalues then rages at journalist outside 10 Downing Street. Ns shouldn't write books. We just project our rage onto the page.
In the words of the song: "I am what I am. And, what I am needs no excuses..."