A discussion gets underway after Sampiro’s friend, a waiter, drafts a screed against crappy customers and Sampiro solicits comments on it. The link is here. Several people comment that the anti-customer rant seems overstated and partly indefensible. At the bottom of page 1, a poster states that a “very bad customer” might have her ring thrown away, his keys stolen, or (strongly implied) their food spat in. I, among others, took strong issue with that POV.
VCO3 then responded to me here. Since he has seen seen fit to drop the F-bomb, I’ve moved my response to the Pit as the more apppropriate forum.
Wait a sec. You’re the one spitting in my food and stealing my stuff instead of dealing with me directly, and I’m the one who’s scared? And where does the “treat waitstaff like subhuman garbage” come from? The drugs you’ve been taking? Don’t tell me what “I want to do,” m’kay? I realize you have cognitive ability of a chimp and probably couldn’t understand my point if I conveyed it using simple hand gestures, but the fact that you can’t understand my point doesn’t give you the right to misrepresent it.
Not even on your birthday. I only fuck people I respect, so get back to me when you’ve grown a pair.
You mean YOU will. As I’ve already said, I choose not to use you and your behavior as the yardstick for humanity. I realize SOME people behave like this, but not ALL people and IME not MOST people.
Yeah, I get that. That’s the part that’s cowardly, see? The fact that you would resort to fucking me over in ways I’ll never know. It’s cowardice, pure and simple. People with spines don’t do it.
Yeah, you’ve got a job and a piece of property. What you don’t have is any balls or any integrity, and no amount of laughter will buy them for you. So enjoy your cake, chump.
And ANOTHER thing: This:
. . . Is the stupidest response an ill-trained chimp like yourself ever farted out his ass. It bears almost no resemblance to anything anyone said in that thread, and the analogy of “disliking bad service = liking slavery” is so beyond known galaxy of the idiotic it’s like a newly-found planet. You are boldly going where no knuckle-dragging finger-sniffing monkey-with-a-typewriter has ever gone before, but you might want to consider whether the Idiocy Frontier actually needs that much expanding.
Nice job typing with your head up your ass, though.