My husband worked over 12 hours yesterday. When he came home he had cramps and a nosebleed. I had to run through every cramp remedy I know. The customers at the store where he works were damn near feral. One woman was furious because they were out of French bread. Rocky diplomatically told her to look around her at the empty water and toilet paper aisles and to notice the long lines and crowds and then ask herself why they were out of French bread. He didn't take lunch or any breaks because customers overstepped their boundaries every time a manager attempted to get something to eat. My husband, his staff and people in other departments were insulted, cursed and screamed at while just trying to get more product on the shelves.
People, you need to calm down.