File this under traumatic job interview
When I was a high school junior a friend arranged for me to get a job at the drive-in movie snack bar where he worked. All I had to do was go to the drive-in, fill out an application, meet the manager and the job was mine. I dutifully filled out the form and met the manager who started to explain what the job entailed. About half way through his spiel, he stopped and angrily asked me why I was laughing at him (I wasn't), ripped my application in half and told me to get the hell out before he punched me in the mouth. The next week he told my friend that maybe he had misjudged me and if I wanted to reapply he'd meet with me again. I declined.