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An Open Letter To The Hamburger Jerk
Dear Sir,
I wasn’t looking for trouble. I swear I wasn’t. In fact, I chose today to run my errands so I could avoid people. I’m sure you’re aware that the pensions come out tomorrow. I even went out bright and early to avoid any chance of a problem. Yet there you were.
Your actions immediately reminded me of my father. Not because you’re anything like him. Exactly the opposite. You’re the kind of person he made a special effort to ensure I’d never be. It worked. And it should be no secret to you now that I can’t stand people like you.
Did you see your poor wife standing beside you? Did you see her crimson cheeks, burning with embarrassment? Did you hear her beg you to just stop, and to come on? Did you feel her tugging on your arm? Did you even care? I don’t think so.
I’m sorry you couldn’t get the ground beef you apparently had your heart set on. But it couldn’t have come as a surprise to you, there were signs all over the store advising of and apologizing for its absence from the store. It’s a staple. I get it. But hey, there are supply issues everywhere. It’s kind of a known thing. In legal circles, we call that ubiquitous in the community. To put it simply, everybody freaking knows that there are shortages of things…
