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an open letter
Sep. 22nd, 2010 05:37 pmAn Open Letter To The Woman In Line At The Wal-Mart:
Apparently you are labouring under the notion that what you have to say is of an relevance or importance to me. So, let me clarify a few things for you:
It is not your business what I am buying. It is not your business how healthy any of it is.
It is incredibly fucking rude to suggest that, instead of the beef bouillon I have in hand to purchase as soon as a register clears, that I should purchase beef marrow bones, freeze them, and make stock from scratch because, "it would be so much cheaper." It is even fucking ruder, when I communicate my opinion of your rudeness with an angry, flat glare and a refusal to engage, to follow that up by saying "It'd be much healthier!"
I sincerely hope you heard me mocking you to my companion. I didn't have the energy to tell you to your face that you were fucking rude but god knows you need to be told.
It's not your fucking business what other people purchase, or why, or how healthy it is. Worry about your own damn business, ma'am, and the world will be a better place.
Sincerely,
The Chick From The Wal-Mart With The Beef Bouillon And The Clothes Hangers
Apparently you are labouring under the notion that what you have to say is of an relevance or importance to me. So, let me clarify a few things for you:
It is not your business what I am buying. It is not your business how healthy any of it is.
It is incredibly fucking rude to suggest that, instead of the beef bouillon I have in hand to purchase as soon as a register clears, that I should purchase beef marrow bones, freeze them, and make stock from scratch because, "it would be so much cheaper." It is even fucking ruder, when I communicate my opinion of your rudeness with an angry, flat glare and a refusal to engage, to follow that up by saying "It'd be much healthier!"
I sincerely hope you heard me mocking you to my companion. I didn't have the energy to tell you to your face that you were fucking rude but god knows you need to be told.
It's not your fucking business what other people purchase, or why, or how healthy it is. Worry about your own damn business, ma'am, and the world will be a better place.
Sincerely,
The Chick From The Wal-Mart With The Beef Bouillon And The Clothes Hangers