One day while I was working at a movie theater, I was purely enraged and stressed because it was Thanksgiving and stupid people go to movies on Thanksgiving in ****ing hordes. I wanted to put a bullet in either my head or someone else’s—anything to make it all stop. Just when I feel like I am about to hit the breaking point and quit this guy comes up and lifts his little kid up to eye level with me and then tells me his daughter spent all morning writing a letter for the popcorn guy. She reached out, handed it to me, inside was a drawing of a stickman with popcorn and it said “thank you popcorn guy”. That moment instantly made my horrible workday into one of the most memorable ones.