I believe that the most powerful thing you can do, sometimes, is to have a warped sense of humor in times of adversity or challenge. It's something nearly everyone can understand, and it can disarm them.
Many moons ago, I had some idiot friends who won the Pick Six up in Omaha at the horsetrack, and they invested their winnings (over $100,000) into opening a pizza parlor in Lincoln. They didn't last long... both of them were pretty shady characters with fairly long criminal records and no concept of what constitutes a work ethic. They spent most of their time embezzling from each other. But, when they started out, they asked me to deliver pizzas for them for a few weeks until they could find some actual employees. I reluctantly agreed.
One of their best customers was the entire clientele of a local gay bar, and it didn't bother me to deliver to the place... they were all pretty funny guys, tipped well, and ordered pizzas six at a time. One night, I was joking with them a bit and they apparently were surprised that I didn't treat them any different than anyone else, so they gave me a $20 tip. Now, I gotta admit... getting a $20 tip at a gay bar caught me off guard, and it must have showed on my face, because one of them said, "Don't drop it!" which I nearly did. I immediately said, "Don't worry, if I do, I'm kicking it all the way to my car before I pick it up!"
Probably not the most politically correct thing I ever said, but the following night the same crowd was in there and they had ordered five pizzas and passed an envelope for my tip ($54) and wrote a bunch of hilarious comments on it. None were probably suitable for a family-oriented forum, like this one. I took some ribbing about the good tips from the owners of the pizza parlor and friends, but I still tell the story. Quite frankly, I'm just not too concerned about what other people think. I just hide it well. Right? Ok, maybe not. Every time they'd rib me about it, I'd claim that I'd seen them in there on Tranny Granny Night or out back by the trash dumpster doing the crabwalk and practicing the secret handshake. They gave up on trying to embarass me.
I'm sure there was a point I was trying to make with all that. I'll be go-to-hell if I can remember what it was.