Every now and again, I get a comment that is just begging to be responded to. Since my appearance on Dr. Phil, the comments have gone through the roof and I had plenty of winners to choose from. For the most part, the people who bothered to come to the blog were overwhelmingly in my corner. I got some great comments about my hair and I am seriously considering giving it its own blog. Thank you to everyone who appreciated what I had to say. However, there were a few people who had some negative things to say and it is to them that this blog post is directed to.
Hey anonymous, shut the fuck up, you allergy-ridden filthy whore. Take another does of Valtrex and move on. I was referring to people who say they are allergic to something when in actuality they just don’t like it. Big difference. I understand your confusion; sometimes syphilis does irreversible damage to the brain. You’re excused.
And then there is this long-winded comment which I edited to take away some of the bat-shit-crazy but I left their misspellings, run-on sentences and bad grammar because it shows what kind of person wrote it: a dumb one.
Okay, where to start? I had to read it about ten times to even get what the fuck this crazy bag of nuts was trying to say. I love how she calls me ignorant but she can’t manage to string a complete sentence together and has no use for punctuation. Yeah, I’m the ignorant one, uh huh. And she thinks I am the problem? No, it’s the parents who are the problem if they think it’s okay to let children rule the roost in a restaurant. (That’s how it’s spelled, by the way.) Maybe one of the children I serve will contribute ten times as much to the world as I do, but they better get crackin‘ because this blog isn’t all I do. I have a life and waiting tables isn’t it. It’s just what I do 24 hours a week. The other 144 hours per week is where most of my my life happens. The only way anti-depressants are going to make my life any better is if I am allowed to drop them into the glasses of juice I serve to bratty kids so they can fall asleep while they are in my station. Thanks for the comment, lady. I’m sorry you are so angry and I’m also sorry that you can’t appreciate the joys of processed chicken.
Thank you to everyone who commented on the blog or Facebook. This week was wild ride and I really enjoyed it. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.