Just remembered being a total shit...
My mate spotted a teacher we both heavily disliked (and I'm sure hated us by this point) smoking in town one day. Every time he passed us in the next three weeks involved us either coughing insanely loudly or talking very conspicuously about cancer and death.

Until he snapped. It scared the shit out of me - he leaned in until he was about an inch away from my face and just screamed and screamed (words. Not just "aaaarrghhhh!". That would be really odd). No punishment, just the distinct feeling that if I ever spoke in his presence again he would rip off my head and shove a bomb down my neck. All highly (well, slightly) unfair as it had been my mate's idea in the first place...

His breath did reek of ciggies, mind.
(HarryTheMole whatever's on my finger is going in your mouth, Mon 2 Feb 2009, 9:44, Reply)