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Table
By call | March 25, 2007
Tonight at work this guy calls us and says he’s furious because a table he ordered for his daughter has just arrived and is smashed to bits. Apparently he had waited in all day for delivery. He wanted compensation. He actually said he was so furious that he could rip someone’s head of and spit in the hole. His daughter was waiting for that table.
I felt like saying something like; imagine if you were watching your daughter wait for a bowl of rice in a refugee camp in Darfur, cunt, then you’ll have something REAL to moan about.
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