I saw you, sitting with your husband at the booth adjacent to ours at a fine dining restaurant; stick firmly planted up your nether regions. You were rude and condescending to the waitress, calling her an “airhead” because she couldn’t carry everything you ordered in one trip. She seemed to be doing a fine job for us and everyone else in her section, and for you two as well. Why were you so mean? Perhaps because you’re past your prime, and she still has her youthful beauty? Or are you so unhappy that you have to make others miserable, too. Lady, rudeness is a small person’s imitation of strength. You’re weak.
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