I take my cat to a vet who also has 100 cats living at the clinic. Some of them are just unsociable, some are blind or have other horrible handicaps, and the clinic is basically hospice care for still others. Long story short, the doctor and her staff and volunteers are all saints.
Unfortunately, word has gotten out and some people now think of the clinic as "the place where you can dump unwanted cats." Which they really can't. It's already at capacity.
Anyhow, I'm waiting there one day for a routine checkup and this Kardashian-looking woman, covered with jewelry and expensive clothes, walks in with a perfectly healthy-looking cat. She tells the woman behind the counter, "I'm leaving town, I can't take the cat, so I'm donating it to you guys." The employee explains that no, that's not a sweater in your hands and this isn't Goodwill. It doesn't work that way. Oblivious to her surroundings - there are maybe a dozen people there, between patient parents and staff - the visiting woman isn't even making an effort to talk discreetly.
After being refused, she says fine, if you don't take the cat, I'm just going to dump it on the street. She has a brief staredown with the woman behind the counter, maybe assuming that she can guilt the clinic into taking her cat, then walks away.
Another customer - a big beefy guy - who's been watching this, intercepts the woman before she can get to the door. And proceeds to say something so vivid, I wish I could repeat it verbatim but I can paraphrase it with some highlights.
"Lady, you want to dump the cat? Fine. I'm going to give you what you want. I'll take your cat."
"But the price is that I'm going to berate you in front of everyone here, you useless f*****g c**t. You're so goddamned selfish you won't even cough up 69¢ a day for a can of Friskies? F**k you, you f*****g wh**e. You don't f*****g deserve the generosity of the people who work here. You want to f*****g blackmail them into preventing a cat murder? You disgust me. If it wasn't for that gold-plated pussy dripping between your legs, I'd punch you in the orbital sockets until your eyes bleed. Now get the f**k out of my sight before I decide that it'd be worth a battery charge to do it anyway. F**k you." This was R. Lee Ermey-level s**t.
By now, the doctor herself has shown up. She doesn't know exactly what's happening, but it's gotten pretty loud. Obviously she doesn't like people swearing at other people in her waiting room, it's bad for business. The guy says to her, "Look, you're probably used to it, but I get angry when I see people who mistreat animals."