Dear Stupid Rude Customer With A Cup Of Coffee:
I'm glad that, after you dropped your coffee, you apologized to the woman with the beautiful coat who was standing next to you. You did splash her boot with a teensy spot of coffee.
But why, oh why, did you not inform me that you had dropped a nearly full cup of coffee down the front of my tablecloth? Why did you just turn to your sister and tell her, "Oh, there was barely any coffee left, can you throw out the cup?"
You see, after hearing you say this, I believed you and thought that there was barely any coffee in the cup that you had dropped.
After you left, though, I noticed that there was a little coffee splashed all over the bags hanging behind the table. And that there was some coffee spray splashed on my trays that were on the floor. Still, I was an idiot, and figured that it was just a little bit of coffee spray.
It was only as I was tearing down at the end of the show that I noticed the FOOT WIDE SPLASH OF COFFEE ON MY TABLECLOTH THAT HAD BEEN THERE NEARLY ALL DAY, MAKING ME LOOK LIKE SOME CHEAP, STAINED LOSER.
And thank you for getting the rest of it on the OTHER tablecloth that I'd safely stashed under the table. That way you couldn't be accused of favoritism. And listen, that had to have been a nearly full cup of coffee, considering how wet everything was.
Also, I KNOW that you saw what you did, as you bent down to pick up the coffee cup.
Let me ask one more question.
WHY DID YOU NOT APOLOGIZE? I mean, to me. I would have been fine with it. Hell, I spill things all the time. I could have taken steps to change things around so I didn't look so...amateurish, instead of going the whole day with a sad, stained tablecloth. What did you think I would do, leap across the table and try to garrote you with my bare hands?
And thanks so much for the coffee smell that lingered all day. The smell of coffee nauseates me. And I was already sick with digestive issues.
You suck.
No love,
Valis
I'm glad that, after you dropped your coffee, you apologized to the woman with the beautiful coat who was standing next to you. You did splash her boot with a teensy spot of coffee.
But why, oh why, did you not inform me that you had dropped a nearly full cup of coffee down the front of my tablecloth? Why did you just turn to your sister and tell her, "Oh, there was barely any coffee left, can you throw out the cup?"
You see, after hearing you say this, I believed you and thought that there was barely any coffee in the cup that you had dropped.
After you left, though, I noticed that there was a little coffee splashed all over the bags hanging behind the table. And that there was some coffee spray splashed on my trays that were on the floor. Still, I was an idiot, and figured that it was just a little bit of coffee spray.
It was only as I was tearing down at the end of the show that I noticed the FOOT WIDE SPLASH OF COFFEE ON MY TABLECLOTH THAT HAD BEEN THERE NEARLY ALL DAY, MAKING ME LOOK LIKE SOME CHEAP, STAINED LOSER.
And thank you for getting the rest of it on the OTHER tablecloth that I'd safely stashed under the table. That way you couldn't be accused of favoritism. And listen, that had to have been a nearly full cup of coffee, considering how wet everything was.
Also, I KNOW that you saw what you did, as you bent down to pick up the coffee cup.
Let me ask one more question.
WHY DID YOU NOT APOLOGIZE? I mean, to me. I would have been fine with it. Hell, I spill things all the time. I could have taken steps to change things around so I didn't look so...amateurish, instead of going the whole day with a sad, stained tablecloth. What did you think I would do, leap across the table and try to garrote you with my bare hands?
And thanks so much for the coffee smell that lingered all day. The smell of coffee nauseates me. And I was already sick with digestive issues.
You suck.
No love,
Valis
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Date: 2009-10-13 01:29 am (UTC)