What is wrong with people!

            On my way to work, I listen to news radio to get my last minute picture as to where we stand as human beings. It floored me to hear that there were people that cursed, flipped the bird and threw things at the power company guys that are trying to restore power post hurricane.What is wrong with people! These guys are working eighteen hour days to fix whats damaged. They should get a ticker tape parade or at the very least a cold beer, you fucking assholes!
            I'm still in an amazing amount of discomfort due to the motor cycle wreck, so working is close to unbearable. I don't have much of a choice as short staffed as we are right now. The big kicker is that we are the only restaurant open in town. The only one with power.
            Its around seven thirty on a Monday night and there is an hour and a half wait at the door to seat people. I'm hobbling around the restaurant thanking everyone for their patients when an older man at the door asked if I was the manager. I told him I was and that was this guy's cue to lose his temper at me about having to wait to be seated. I mean he told me that I was worthless, he might have made a slur towards my mother and ending with the every time he comes in, this place sucks! I held my cane up and with one swift move I swung the cane down striking the old fucker in the face yelling go the fuck some where else then...wait wait wait, that's what I was thinking. Instead I simply said "your right sir, thank you for your patients" and hobbled away mumbling "I love my job I love my job I love my job."