An Open Letter to The Dumb Girl Who Will One Day Drown in Her Own Ignorance
You may not remember me, I was the woman who approached you several weeks ago and asked to purchase some socks for my children so that they could play in the Playland at the McDonald's in which employs you. I may have slipped your mind as I'm sure you have better things to think about...Or perhaps I am a very vivid image and you still call your friends to have a laugh over me. Which ever the case may be, I am writing this letter to inform you that, you my dear, are an ass.
Dumb Girl Who Will One Day Drown in Her Own Ignorance, I went back to your place of work today with my children. My children who again were not wearing socks. In lack of available seating in the normal dining area (and we will call it a dining area because apparently this is a 5 star eating facility because it does not have a drive through), I was forced to sit myself in none other than the Playland area. Upon entering the Playland that is enclosed with sound proof glass and much resembles it's own separate restaurant, I could not help but notice this sign hanging on the door...Visible only to the people sitting inside of the Playland area (which had prevented me from seeing it the last time I was here.) The very site of this said sign made my heart feel all aflutter for 2 very different reasons. Reason #1) My children could now play on the Playland WITH SOCKS THAT I PURCHASED AT...(GASP)....MCDONALD'S after their lunch, get very worn out and maybe even sit still during the movie we are about to go see. Reason #2) It made me want to go behind the counter, find you, drag you into the Playland area, rub your face into the sign and then kick you in the ass just for good measure. And just so you know, I looked for you. You were not there... Or you were hiding from me, that could be possible. But let's just say you were lucky enough to have had the day off. Maybe you were fired for all of your ignorance. That could be possible too. This now makes me wish you had in fact called the manager over to help you laugh at me and then your manager could have rubbed your face into the sign for me. And then sold me some socks.
For all of your stupidity, I am now the crazy woman standing in McDonald's taking a picture of the door. This makes me like you even less. I am at least grateful that I was able to prove my self right and anyone else out there that ever doubted that McDonald's sold socks.
PS. I hate dumb people. I hate dumb people that think they are not dumb. I hate dumb people that think they are not dumb and find it necessary to laugh at me when I AM RIGHT.
I would like to say that when I first posted this story I got some comments that I would have loved to add to the Asshole Hall of Fame. However, I refrained from doing so because I thought maybe I was taking the tone of the comments wrong and they may have been meant to be in good humor. I get just a tiny bit crazy when someone suggest that I may be wrong about something. Just a little. Any suggestions?
Yes, I know I act like a child when I get pissed
Yes, It is not very lady like to rub in my superiorness
Yes, that last comment just provoked more hate mail for me
Ok, I'm gonna go think about happy things so I can post about all the HAPPY things that I did today.