Today

I was verbally assaulted by a customer at work.
All because the alarm went off when she walked
out the door.
So she stormed (and by stormed, I mean a tornado occured
in Anthropologie tonight), back to the cash wrap,
threw her purchased clothing at me, and proceeded to yell
profanities and random things about not getting paid,
and her child in school, and something about Davidson
county that I had trouble deciefering through the explosion
that was about 500 F-bombs being dropped between just
about every word. And the whole time she was hitting her
shopping bag up against the counter over and over again and
pointing at random people and mainly just yelling at me.

Ummm... ma'am? I didn't do anything...

But come to find out she's had quite the stroke of bad luck
recently and she just had a mental breakdown.

Poor lady. The cop wanted me to press charges, but
I didn't. But really, nothing has ever happened to me that
required me to say, "No, officer, I don't feel right about pressing
charges."

So, needless to say, this has been a very odd night.