You were the customer who rudely asked me if I had more sunflowers for sale behind the counter because the ones I had out were “crushed”. I had to explain to you that they were not damaged, but fresh ones that had arrived the day before and they had not fully opened yet. You were adamant they were crushed, and you took it a step further by complaining to a manager that I was rude and bitchy to you. I wasn’t. What was a good day turned sour because of you. If only you knew that I suffer from severe depression, and my migraines cause me to be in constant pain, because I hope you would rethink the way you treat people. Because of people like you, I come home every night thinking about how wonderful death sounds, and how people would rather hurt you than help you. Is it so hard to treat others well? People should be the last of my suffering, not the first.