Had a bad day...

An open letter to the angry man who brought me to tears at work yesterday:
I understand that you were frustrated that we couldn't communicate well enough between five staff, who were making an average of six drinks a minute, serving food, cleaning up tables after people who think it's ok to let leftover ice creams just melt, and acting as mall tour guides, to make sure that your grilled sandwich was finished at exactly the same time as your drinks. I realize it must be very frustrating to yell at one of the members of staff, insult her business and management practices, and have her just walk away from you after telling you to - can you even get over the nerve?! - after her telling you to back off. Despite understanding your frustration, I really hope that you develop rickets, scabies, gonorrhea, and impotence. I also hope that someday in the near future, you have a really crap day. Maybe someone in your family will be very ill or injured. Maybe you won't have slept so well the night before. And maybe you'll be forced to politely try to suck up to some self-aggrandized asshole who is so stuck in his own box of self-absorption that he can't see that you're very busy and trying your very damn best while he yells at you and makes you feel about three inches tall. And maybe, when you're forced to walk away instead of telling him that he is a self-centered moron and that his inability to see past the end of his nose isn't doing him any favours in the humanity department, maybe you'll recognize a bit of yourself.
Of course, I'll settle for karma just making you impotent.