She turned back around as if to say my grievance was no longer relevant to her.  I could feel the rage boiling inside me.  ‘how dare she dismiss me like that! and SHE’S a supervisor!  Oh no she didn’t!’  I reached inside my Highlander trench coat, thank god for a rainy day, firmly grasping the hard cold handle with my left hand.  I swung it up across my face right to left, never piss a jewess off, especially a big blonde one.  With one quick motion I lopped her worthless fucking head clean off, no muss, no fuss.  It was, to me, a thing of beauty.  It was to everyone else apparently also a thing of beauty, there was clapping, cheering and high fiving as I walked out the front door.