Admit it. You, yourself, have felt the urge and even come >this< close to action.
Bob put money in the machine and pulled the lever, No product. No help from the return-money button. The boss's fork lift was handy.
Some jerk squealed. Polaris fired him. He applied for unemployment compensation.
"State unemployment records say banging and rocking the machine didn't work, so M---------- allegedly commandeered a forklift, picked up the machine at least six times and dropped it on the floor at the Polaris Industries' warehouse in Milford. Three candy bars felll."
Denied. He must settle for the three gedunks.
My impulse control is a little better than that, though far from perfect, leading to a nice little fantasy.
Administrative law judge: "Why on earth did you pulverize the candy machine with a fork lift, Jim?"
Me: "Because I didn't have a goddam Tommy Gun on me, dammit. That's why."