Sometimes, when someone does something only minorly aggravating against me, my daydreams will kick into overdrive.
I'll be yelling at them at the top of my lungs, and then--WHAMMO--left hook out of nowhere, knocked out by the guy in the costume. After this, I'll snap back into reality, my
adrenaline still pumping. I'll look around, as if to check that nothing that I just imagined really happened.
Then I remember I can just say "Excuse me," and the couple in front of me blocking the entire sidewalk will let me through.