What did you do when you were "most impulsive"

Emotions and sorrows are human nature, and everyone has secular desires, so sometimes we will inevitably do something impulsive. But it's good to think twice before you act. Let me just talk about what I did when I was (most impulsive).

In the fifth grade of primary school, I was a boy who loved cleanliness. During that time, the greatest happiness every day was eating the shredded figs bought in the school store one by one after coming home from school, while watching my favorite Hero on Earth. The climax is that I will also shout "Dragon Warrior" and "Dragon Sword" with Vatano. ...

But because I made a little mistake at school that day, I was actually left to clean the toilet after school. In the 1990s, the primary toilets in schools were all dry toilets, and the sanitary conditions could be imagined. The unlucky students are in no hurry, but I can't wait for a minute. I kept cleaning and urged them to hurry up. It was almost cleaned up, only to find that the outlet of the urinal was blocked by stones, and the urine and cleaned tap water in the pool would soon overflow, and the previous cleaning results would soon be in vain. At that moment, I seemed to hear Vatano calling me. As soon as my brain was hot, I shouted "Dragon Warrior" and put my right hand into the urinal. No, it should be to put your hand in the urine of all the boys in school, buckle the stone out and throw it on the ground. The students around me seem to be stunned by me. I took the opportunity to shout: clean up the rest of you, or I will let you taste my right hand. Say that finish, I picked up my schoolbag and ran home.

Although it wasn't too late that night, I really wasn't in the mood to eat shredded figs. I haven't eaten it since then, and I gradually watched "Heroes" less because I couldn't control my right hand at that time. Maybe this is the punishment for impulsiveness.

Another thing, eating out, because there is a dish not served, the waiter still likes to ignore it. My grandfather quarreled with the waiter and a group of people surrounded us. The waitress swore at my grandfather, and my mother stood up and accused the waiter. The waitress slapped my mother, and I rushed up and slapped her in the mouth. The aunt who finally ran out called the police and brought us out.