Sometimes the Customer is an Asshat

Dear Customer


I may not have caught you doing it and I may not know who you are but I will review the security camera footage until I find you.

I will study your face and memorize you.

I will then find you on social media and expose you.

I will track you down and get my revenge and it will be sweet.

You will be cyber bullied.

You will be crucified.

I wish a plague upon your house.

I wish the death of a thousand scorching suns.

I wish a tape worm that gets over aggressive and eats a hole though your intestines, maybe even your colon.

I wish the AIDS virus upon you and preemptively I wish leprosy upon you and your junk and that it falls off next time you take matters into your own hands, if you know what I'm saying.

You, sir, are the lowest form of filth that this world knows and I hope your life sucks for the duration of it, I believe that they call that karma and I'm not talking about the name of the last stripper that took you into the back room and gave you pleasure.

In closing: Go Fuck Yourself


Sincerely

the grrouch






Yes, that is what it looks like and yes I had to clean it.