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To the lowlife scumbag that brought a nasty hateful pneumonia into the No Frills or Superstore, know that you fucked the only vacation I had after three years of hard work. Stay the fresh hell HOME when you are sick and don’t bring your fucking germs on those of us with pre-existing conditions. When Covid-19 hits you won’t get off with spreading your shit. And don’t drag your poor sick kids around making them miserable, and using them to pour your sick shit out on society. — Underserving of Misery
To the religious lady from the Baptist church who felt the need to degrade me and call me names and abuse me for being LGBT, when all I wanted to do was finish my shift as a barista: I wish I knew what to do to stand up to you. You looked at me with so much hatred in your eyes while talking about God’s love. I actually pity you and the evil person you are. — Battered Barista
I saw your look of confusion as I passed by, blaring my horn at you. Look: the carshare parking spots are for carshare cars. Not for German-made luxury vehicles idling life away. So had to park farther away and walk through even more treacherous shitice because of you. Thanks. If I seem overly enraged, it’s because this is hardly the first time I’ve had this happen.
My every day seems filled with assholes for whom rules and regulations apply to everyone, everywhere. Unless and until they apply to them because they have more urgent business. Carshare parking only? Not if I need to just pull in for a bit. No smoking? Yeah, but I really need a dart right now. Quiet study area? Yeah, but I gotta take this call. Fire lane? I’ll only be in the liquor store for a minute (I’m looking at you, everyone on Baker Street). And what are the odds of a fire, anyway?
Fuck you people and your fucking exceptionalism. If you want to live in a place where the rules only apply to other people, I suggest heading south. The Tweeter-in-Chief is all about that. “They” say the road to hell is paved in good intentions. That aphorism was invented by exceptionalists like you, who want to excuse constantly acting in bad faith. Guess what? You’re not that special. Follow the fucking rules. Improve your intentions. Please. — Slip ’N’ Slide