To which one individual replied in apparently the only way they knew how, "F*ck that and f*ck you."
And then this individual proceeded pummel the store with their car, like a battering ram of disgust. So intent were they on their mission of destructive building-rape rage that their car went completely into the store... leaving behind a gaping hole of grim hate.
It's uncertain what exactly Amscot did to invoke this blood feud between man and building. One may even assume that Amscot slew the individual's father in a rainy ghetto, leaving a child to weep over their father, shaking his fist at the heavens in a silent, beguiled rage.
Another theory might be that the individual arrived home early to find Amscot in bed with their spouse.
Either way, the strike left the Amscot's structural integrity in question ... and who knows what we have yet to discover of the store's other integrities. Either way, one thing is certain: vehicular justice was upheld this day.