An unhappy ending

I went into work on the graveyard shift on Mother's Day. The clientle has been getting worse. We had no cook, only a sick manager doing the best he could. Long story short 2 aferican american girls and one boy came in and was nothing but trouble. Told me to go fetch their drinks, cursed every foul word you could think of and before I knew it, two of them had me against the wall punching me. In twenty years of waitressing I have never had a physical confrontation with a customer. I talked to the off duty cop and we were just having that conversation you have as you age. He said it is a new dawn, a rather sad one at that. The people I have been waiting on at that time of night are not the same ilk that I waited on ten years ago. It made me sad to think that violence would erupt over pancakes. I am a human being working to put a roof over me and my boy's head. I am taking Paxil which is supposed to make me happy, according to the tv and the doctor, lol. I am now just taking my life one day at a time. My son was great on Mother's Day and all was well. The times they are a changin' and so am I.