Well.. coming out of separation I was a big guy. Still am. 6'4, close to 230 with a BFI of about 14%. So I opted for inventory. Me and the guys were all part timers. Just there for some extra spending cash and a workout. Now this would be back just before flat screens. So we're one manning 27" Tubes all day long. Great work out. Well.. one of our co-workers was a really nice guy, worked in IT and did Best Buy two nights a week for his hobby money to keep his wife happy. He was also black. We hit it off.. became buddies. Still are, actually. We had a floor manager who was a bit of a young, self centered jackass. One night, we had a double truck and we're just exhausted. The rest of the store is standing around doing nothing, and its almost closing time. This manager asks my friend to go get the carriages outside. It's like.. 10F out. We're hot, sweaty and exhausted. And we still have stuff to upstock. He points that out and the next words out of the managers mouth is where the problem begins. "I should have expected that answer from one of you people." Buddy instantly goes wide eyed.. and they start to squabble. I try to get between them and pull him off before he gets fired. Manager throws a right hook. Misses him. Hits me. I'm not sure if it was Reflex or just general ill will for this guy, but I don't even think. He catches the back of my elbow across his jaw, and I continue my spin to completely turn face and use my approaching arm to take him down to the ground as hard as I can. Broke his jaw. Concussion. Bruised his ribs (I knelt on him once he was down). And.. yeah.. I'm no longer allowed to work at Best Buy.