Ron was really nasty to me yesterday but that's no excuse.
At any rate, at one point at work I had 3 cases of drinks on top of "my" cart. Ron was yelling at me to finish my work so we could go home already. I told him I needed the cart to do snacks.
He told me to clear the cart and take it. I told him to do it, and walked away as he yelled at me. But he did it.
Last night his back was killing him. I'm sure clearing the cart didn't help. I lost my temper.
I suppose I will have to apologize to him sometime today.
Edit: before I could apologize Ron told me he mixed up his Glucosamine and Tylenol, and that's why he was in such pain. So it wasn't my fault after all.
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