Do on to others as they do on to you

This morning I ordered a medium coffee at McDonalds and I was given a small. Instead of just giving me a medium coffee like I had ordered, the employee at the second window made it a point to reprint my receipt from the first window and hand it to me, stating I had ordered the small. I told her that it wasn't my problem that the order taker hadn't heard me (this store did not have the order show up on a screen in front of you for preapproval) and that she shouldn't be arguing with me because the customer is always right. With that being said, I balled up the second receipt and threw it back in through the drive-thru window.

My son received his 12-month shots today, which also included a blood draw for his hemoglobin. Since he is still at the stage in life in which he cannot have blood drawn from his arm, a lab technician pricked his finger with a needle. Brody was a trooper and did not begin to cry until she had been using his finger as a cow utter for three minutes. I thought the whole process was ridiculous. She told me to put a piece of gauze on his finger to stop the bleeding, which worked for 5 seconds before he started to squirm and almost fall to the floor. I informed the techinician that it was not working and that she needed to give me something else to stop his finger from bleeding. What was her solution? Five gauze pads and a band-aid. I watched her as she tried to put the monsterous clump of gauze together with the band-aid and fasten it to his tiny finger. I told her once again it wasn't working and I grabbed Brody and furiously walked back to the exam room. A nurse then tried to put a bandage on his finger, which worked until he put it into his mouth and proceeded to remove it from his finger. Blood was everywhere and I was fit to be tied. Needless to say, it was not a pleasant visit to the pediatrician's office this morning.

I could keep adding other instances identical to these that occurred last week, but I think I will spare myself the effort of writing those down. I am very upset that people no longer think about the way in which they treat others. I am guilty of this as well. I didn't have to throw the receipt back through the drive-thru window; it only put me on the same level of the McDonalds' employee. I didn't have to drag off my son after the lab tech didn't listen to me; it didn't better the situation.

I am not sure what is wrong with my behavior lately, but I really hope this is just a momentary lapse of reasoning.