In later renditions of this story, I'll probably make out the customer that flipped out at my workplace today much more demonic than he actually was, but not today. Today, I was feeling good, and I wasn't gonna let a crazy ruin my good day. Anyways it all started like this:

I had been stormed by customers a few minutes prior to the man walking in, and once the dust had settled, he walked in, seeming like the perfect citizen, a calm individual, a small hint of stress in his eyes. He was wearing black shorts and a grey shirt, and was carrying a red backpack. He looks at the menu for a few minutes, and then asked me what it included, and after I told him, he says he'll take it. We have a large selection of sides at our work place, and people get to order two sides, so after I try to ask him what sides he'd like, he rudely cuts me in at all my inquiries, and after somehow managing to get his order from him after he's cursed at me a few times straight out told me to shut up, and calling me an incessant computer, I took his money (which he rudely tossed on the counter) and handed him his change. Upon handing him his change, he angrily looks and me and yells, "You wanna throw money, well I'll throw it back at you!" And he did. At this point my manager jumped in before he went full rage explosion, and after they settled it, they asked me if I was okay, and I was. A was a little stunned, but more got me through it. See, hilariously enough, I had read something in the morning that was amazingly appropriate for the situation.

Here it is:
“Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.” ~ Buddha

...And so I had another day of existence in this crazy world of mine. Cool, huh?