Today can be most aptly described as jakgh'dalkhgr'oiahvb;kjasdb.
A theme park job may be making me less of a doormat, but I don't think I'll ever be emotionally equipped to deal with situations involving several large black men threatening me because I cannot guarantee them the front row in a children's roller coaster. Congratulations, sir, you have kept your priorities straight and successfully fucked with the head of a person a third your size enough that she will now need to sob into a giant reese's cup while driving home.
