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To Whom It May Concern

An Open Letter To Whomever,

  I'm not really sure who gave you the go ahead to be a complete douche to me. I'm fairly certain that is was not me. I've been wrong before but on this one? I would bet one of my kids on it. I know that I am a nice person. I'm a good person. I like just about every person I meet. If I don't? Well, I can't help it. I also know for a fact that I am the most irritating person in the world to some people. Not everyone gets me. Not everyone wants to get me. I get that.
   What I don't get is that you seem to not care how your behavior effects other people. I'm in a good mood most days. Not in the mornings, take that bit of info and file it away in the IMPORTANT USELESS INFORMATION file. Trust me. I like to make people happy. I like to treat people nicely. I don't like confrontation and I don't like treating people like shit because hello? It makes me feel like shit. 
    I see that you, on the other hand, delight in talking down to people, making them feel insecure. Arguing with someone when you don't need to, arguing for the sake of arguing and arguing just to make someone mad.......all of that makes you a tool. An asshat. A douchebag of epic proportions. It makes you so many things that I won't put here because my dad reads this. Hi Dad!
    Perhaps you wouldn't hate things so much in this life if you learned to treat people nicely. I don't like some people and yet I would never treat them the way I was treated. I'm not a child and I've been doing retail for over twenty years. I know what the hell I'm doing.'s what I'm going to do for you: I am going to say hello when you come in. I will say thank you when you leave. I will answer questions you may in a cordial and polite manner. Here's what I will not do for you: I will not let you talk inappropriately to me. I will not let you make me feel like less of a person than you. I most certainly will not let you treat other people like they are the shit on the ground in a barn.

Be a grown up. That's what you supposedly are.
The Passive Aggressive One Who Is Keeping Notes And Isn't Afraid To Use Them


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