Messy Customers Should Invite Me to Their Home

What the fuck is wrong with stupid-ass customers who go through the shit on the shelves in a store like they are on a timed treasure hunt looking for magic token of some sort?  Don't these cocksuckers realize that somebody has to fix THEIR fuckup?  I've had shithead customers put something back in the WRONG location right in front of me before.

LISTEN ASSHOLES: YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY SHOPPER, OTHER PEOPLE MIGHT BE LOOKING FOR THE SAME THING YOU JUST SCREWED WITH SO PUT THINGS BACK EXACTLY AS YOU FOUND IT.

Now why should these bloody, diarrhea-filled cunts invite me to their home?  So I can bring a baseball bat with me of course!! The adult children that destroy the stores they shop in need to learn the hard way what it feels like to clean up after someone.  After I got through smashing up their home so bad that they'd need a shovel to find the floor, I'd take a dump right on their bed.  Assholes deserve nothing less.

In departments with boxes full of product on the shelves, shithead customers will sometimes pull out EVERY FRICKIN' BOX to look inside and leave the boxes sticking out.  Here's how a conversation SHOULD go with these pricks:

ME: Hey dickhead, did you just pull all these boxes forward?

DICKHEAD: Oh, yeah that was.....BAM!!!! (that's when I nail the fucker in the gut with my knee)