Dear alcoholic woman person who keeps drinking her wine in the women’s mall washroom: Why the bloody hell do you have to fucken sneak your dumb-ass wine in the mall washroom to get so fucken drunk? Why do you have to drink so fucken much! We all know you have an alcohol PROBLEM! We all know you LOVE to drink your fucken face off ever day and we all know you LOVE TO GET DRUNK EVER DAY! So why the hell or what the hell are you trying to prove?!
You have proven nothing. All you have proven to yourself is that you’re a dumb-ass drunk who has no life, no job whatsoever, who likes to sneak their wine into the women’s mall washroom and get drunk ever day. That’s what you have proven to yourself you dumb-ass alcoholic! GO TO THE FUCKEN BARS YOU DRUNK!
Oh, one more thing: Every time you walk down the ramp to go to the women’s mall washroom you might want to look up. We have cameras now so we can see what you look like now! And I’m keeping track on when you strike, you dumb alcoholic BITCH!
—the alcoholic woman has no life
This article appears in Jun 13-19, 2019.
If she’s not breaking any laws or rules mind your business and leave her to destroy her own life.
She’s obviously trying to hide it. She’s probably ashamed as it is, and doesn’t need you being an asshole about it. If she’s not trashing the bathroom, leave her alone. It sounds like you’re the one that needs to get a life. Alcoholism is awful. As for not going to bars, that’s where social drinkers go. Alcoholics drink in mall bathrooms.
Alcoholism, as with other substance use problems, is a disease and recognized as a disability.
Most alcoholics aren’t that way by choice, it’s an illness.
Really big of you to shame someone with a disability.
“Every time you walk down the ramp to go to the women’s mall washroom you might want to look up. We have cameras now so we can see what you look like now!”
This Bitch brought to you by Scotia Square Mall Security.
This person clearly has s problem and doesnt need you to out her. Grow ip!
I don’t give a shit who gets drunk or where – as long as I don’t have to step over ’em, I’m good.