Yet another run in with the slime which, alas, is my brother. He's six years my senior, dumb as mud and with a short temper. He's also a thief. Something of a black sheep, really; the rest of the family is ordinary as these things go.
Anyway, my Aunt brought us back some food. They got the order wrong and gave only a chip for his meal; my Aunt started dividing it and put some in my box. He started getting wild looking about the eyes, hopping from foot to foot, acting very aggressive. My Aunt saw this and stopped, leaving me with roughly 10 individual chips. Given that I could see my dear brother was getting more than a bit hot under the collar, I figured this was alright and made to leave; he started swearing, hit my box from my hand and then tried to go for me; my other brother was there, held him back and told him to stop because he was doing this in front of a child (his child, not that you'd know it by how much care he gives it). This of course had no impact on him. At this point I didn't help matters, admittedly; I threw his drink away in a fit of... righteous anger (?). Probably shouldn't have, I know.
Anyway, my other brother was there and stood between us until he backed off a bit, and then other brother and I went back into the house, locking it behind us.
He's a vile lump, who only stays around here because my dad is much more loyal to blood than I would be. The WTF being the events, and also me wondering how in the seven bells my parents (the most decent people you could ever meet) made the least decent person I've ever met.