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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
To the gaggle of entitled middle-aged women who took over my table at Humani-T Cafe while I was trying to read my Toni Morrison novel: At first it was just one of you who asked if she could sit at my table, since the cafe was busy. You hovered over me, and I felt too intimidated to say no. Then you brought your whole cohort and y'all sat so close to me that I felt literally pushed out. It's been a tough week and I just wanted a little joy with my book. Screw you. — Angry Reader
Just a general bitch about the "friends" that one seems to lose when they quit drinking. I decided to quit this past year because I felt it was really killing my health, my bank account and my emotional well being. I was able to do it, completely cold turkey after 15 years of hard drinking, and was pretty proud of myself for that.
Whenever I told people that I had quit drinking, it felt as if they had written me off entirely. I didn't hear from them again. Furthermore, if I did ever meet up with them it would be “Oh come on let’s just go out for one drink, it won’t kill you" or “Would you be comfortable in a bar?” Like, there's more to life than obliterating yourself with alcohol, despite what alcohol companies wants you to think. Since excising these people from my life, I've been living a lonely, albeit somewhat happier life. Still happy for my decision. — Cheers Without Beers
To the idiot in a grey Nissan Versa who crossed the North and Robie intersection as an ambulance was trying make its way to the hospital, in snow, during rush hour, yesterday afternoon. STOP and WAIT. And why TF are you wearing noise-cancelling headphones while driving!?!?!?! Are you literally trying to kill people?!?! Ugh. —Pedestrian Bitcher
I'm tired of hearing your cat calls. Staring at my breasts while I'm talking = not cool. Whistle at me again and I'm going to turn violent. And if I had a dollar for every random guy who told me out of the blue that I'm his soulmate, I would be one wealthy woman. Why any of you think it's OK to send suggestive messages while drunk is beyond me, especially when you’re married. Men, let's get this straight: if a woman is nice, it doesn't mean she's hitting on you.
— Next Time It’s Your Job