Welcome Back to Kalifornia

After a wonderful few days back in the United States over this 4th of July, I had to come back here to the land that God turned a blind eye to when populating the universe. The flight was fine, and it seemed everything was going to be OK--I was standing at the luggage carousel when it happened: a welcome back to this place. Along with the rest of the people on my flight, I was standing in front of the luggage carousel waiting for my luggage to come up, when this kid (I do not know if it was male or female) pushed me aside saying "Excuse me!" in a rude and irritated tone quite loudly while barging ahead to the carousel. I figured he was after his luggage. Nope. He just wanted to get to the carousel. He (and that is just an assumption) was wearing a dirty nylon neon-green dog collar, listening to an iPod so loudly I could hear his death metal, and playing air guitar as he was looking for his baggage. His bag finally comes out, and he pulls it--but he doesn't drop it behind him--he drops it directly in front of me, almost on my toes, between me and the carousel as if I don't exist. His next bag comes, and he places this in front of the girl to my left. The girl and I looked at each other like "What's wrong with this guy?" but we both knew he was just a fuck-up. Anyway, this guy is still in my way, playing air-guitar, and his luggage was in my way when my bag comes out of that black hole where the airlines keep your luggage. I couldn't reach it over this guy's gym bag and he wasn't polite enough to keep his baggage out of the way, so I stood on his gym bag, first with one foot, and then, even though I could reach with just one foot on his bag, I stood on it with both feet just to piss him off. Unfortunately, he was a native, and it didn't bother him much. I thought about jumping up and down on it, but that was a bit much. He turned around and started yelling to someone (trying to talk but ignorant that he was yelling because of his earphones) and blocked my way through the masses with his big ass backpack and suitcases he had. So I plowed my way through him, giving him a good hard shoulder-check as I left. Nearly knocked him over, and I said "Excuse me!" in the same tone as he gave to me and loud enough that he could hear me over his headphones. Probably should be nicer, but I tried that for a while here. You just get walked on. Fuck it. I'll be nice back in the US, not in this hell hole.