"I used to work at a haunted house. I worked both ends of the venue when it was slow. I would sell tickets and then jump into costume to scare. I was pretty good at my job.
One night, a family of three was going through, pretty basic stuff. The father was jumpy but looked like he was having a good time, the mother and daughter were terrified. I took advantage of one of my favorite spots towards the end to give them a good finishing scare. I jumped out, yelled, then the daughter turned 180 degrees and ran face-first into a wall. I took off my mask and radioed my buddy to turn the lights all the way on. She was bleeding pretty bad but I couldn't tell if her nose is broken.
I led them out to the lobby, grabbed the first aid kit, paper towels, instant ice pack, and a cold bottle of water. I started to apologize but before I could even finish the father went all crazy on me. He started off just yelling and poking me in the chest. Then it escalated to 'why is there a wall there,' and shoving. The whole time his wife and daughter were telling him to calm down and that she was fine.
Me being me, I laughed when he asked why a wall was there, and he got really handsy. I backed off and told him if she was fine they could leave.
He responded, 'No buddy, I'm gonna kick you to the curb.'
I clocked out then and there and walked out to the parking lot. Still dressed as Jason Vorhees. Nothing ended up happening except him yelling at me more.
Oh and some guy in the parking lot yelling, 'Aww yeah, this dude about to fight Jason!'"