I was at bm and there was a display of mirrors on a sunglass rack across from us. I was really hung over and the mirrors were hurting my eyes. I asked the guy to move it but to no advail. I watched him leave and mustered enough strength to walk over and proceded to distory his "art". I didn't stop at the sunglass rack I continued through all his crap until it looked like area 51. The guy came back and started howling he was so upset. He looked at the sky and asked "WHY". This is something that had to be done but now I don't feel so bad becase I see I'm not alone. Thanks for sharring your moving stories guys!