Norman Spit On Me

I was at work, and we were all getting ready to go home. I was standing behind my lock station, and there were a couple of other people around. Most of them were from work, and I recognized them as such. One, though, was from my school days. His name was Norman. He was evidently working there now, and was standing around talking to some of the other people there, but he was on the other side of the lock station from me.

The lock station was a bit different than I know it now, though. There wasn't a second lock station butted up against the back of it, and also the back part that the plates sit on wasn't all there. It's almost like it was partial and very short. There was only some parts of it there on the right side, as I was facing it. All of a sudden Norman Berry came over and stood at the other side of the lock station. He looked at me and spat a huge ball of phlegm at me, and it landed right
in the middle of my shirt.

My temper flared immediately, and I reached around (somewhere, but I'm not sure where) and grabbed my yard stick. It was the yardstick that we have here at home that is big and square,
rather than flat and wide. I was going to beat him with it. Right after it happened, though, I caught Don (the fat guy from Mercedes) laughing at the whole thing. He thought it was pretty funny how Norman just caught me completely off guard. At first I started yelling at Don and threatening him with the yard stick, and though he was still laughing, he was apologizing.

I suddenly realized that it wasn't really him that I should be mad at, and I quickly calmed down and apologized to him for getting so pissed off at him. He just smiled and said it was okay and that he understood. I then turned and started out towards the packing area. I was smacking the yard stick down on any table that I walked by, and I was screaming and cussing at Norman. I was threatening to kick his butt, and I kept slamming the yardstick down on the tables as I was
coming at him. He seemed completely unperturbed by the whole thing. He just kept looking at me like, "So, are you actually going to do something?" I think that just before I lept at him and hit him with the yardstick, I woke up.