I haves... a confessions to makes.
When I was a kid, I was easily irritable and highly indignant and my mother was too submissive/passive to snap me back. So for several years of my life I was a total snot to food service people. I had the subconscious belief that they existed to serve
me and if they didn't serve me
fast enough then hell had to be raised until they did. I think I was raised like a little emperor now, in hindsight. But boy did I learn.
I got a job while still in school. And people were mean to me. :'( And I kept asking myself why. Even if they were having a bad day, they should know better than to take it out on me, I thought. And yet I was simultaneously unable to make the connection with my own, younger behavior. Talk about a strange disconnect. Ever since then though I've been as a Buddha. ()

Even if they're nasty to me. Even if they don't have reason to. I can take it. Because I know they have a shitty job to deal with already and that is punishment enough.