This is for the ignorant cunt in the Esso station on Main St, Saturday morning. Maybe you were having a bad day, I don’t really care, but the woman behind the counter shouldn’t have to endure your fucking bullshit because there was no compressed air for your tires. It wasn’t a problem she could solve but you still went off on your fucking rant about that it’s a safety issue, blah blah blah. You could have filled your tires with the wind produced out of your fucking yap. Check your fucking tire pressure before you leave home dickwad. To the attendant, I am amazed you could keep your cool with the likes of that asshole, you’re a lot more patient than I would have been.
This article appears in Jan 24-30, 2008.