Dear woman that found a 15 minute wait to be “unacceptable,”
I was unsure of whether to laugh or frown at your overreaction. I’m sorry that your blood sugar was low and that you had a long day, but after the way that you raided the chocolate covered mints at the host stand while you pouted, I’m certain you would have survived the next quarter hour without keeling over.
When you spat “I live locally,” you may never know the tidal wave of Brantley sarcasm that you so narrowly escaped. “I’m sorry miss! Why didn’t you say so! Let’s just give the shaft to the 15,000 tourists in town for the convention, especially the ones that had the common sense to make a reservation. I’m sure they will be completely understanding because you live in Orlando whereas they are just pesky invaders that came to spend money in our city.”
We’re a tourist economy. If you think that anyone other than citrus farmers would be living in this muggy, landlocked chunk of Florida if not for Disney World, you are completely out of your mind.
I’m still angry that you got a table. You acted like a child and should have been treated like one. Throwing a tantrum over a 15-minute wait should have earned you a time out with your nose in the corner so that you could think about what you did.
In a Brantleytopian future, people like you will have to wear a scarlet letter so that all of society will know that you are rude and can treat you with the disdain, indifference, and discrimination that you deserve.
If you must be the portrait of despicable human behavior that you were yesterday, I suggest that you ask yourself, “Is the $7/hour motivation enough to keep this person I’m being rude to from head butting me?”
I couldn’t help but overhear you bragging to your business associates about how the hostess told you there was an hour wait and how you were able to force us to seat you immediately. The man sitting across from you called us in advance to get on the waiting list and we told him 15 minutes as well, so that makes at least two people at that table who knew that you are full of it.
The most impactful thing you may ever do in your life is to piss people off, because yesterday you taught me something:
First impressions are powerful,
but only impressions are absolute.
I hope I never see you again, but if I do, I just want you to remember that the only thing I know about you is that you are a deplorable turd of a human being.
Maybe you should think about the perceptions you give those that you treat with disrespect,
The Blonde Guy at the Front of the Restaurant