To the blue-shirted, bald bag of garbage who was at my favourite Chinese restaurant, you ended my New Year's Eve dinner on the sourest note possible, despite awesome food and great service. I didn't see your right hand while you chewed out your waitress, but I'd guess you had it in your pants. She acted saintly when dealing with you and your inconsiderate impatience. You and the rest of the vapid, half-dead, knuckle-dragging herd at the table with you are ungrateful, full-of-shit, trough-feeders and I hope you remember that the next time you decide to complain at a fine establishment you've decided to burden with your dumb ass. —A Fan