Tales of Ranch Dressing

  This blog entry is in response to a blog posted on this site detailing a rather one sided exchange between a man with rancid ranch dressing and a man in baggy pants. Some times you gotta dust of the old soap box.

I have trained many a power hungry asshat in my time. I taught them to not judge customers by things like clothing or their taste in what ever we where selling. But by the way they treat you. Some customers expect something for nothing, and they get angry and indignant when they don’t. And when they, the angry and indignant customer would ask to speak to the owner/manager "me". I would explain to them that treating people like shit only gets you treated in-kind. What sort of treatment were you expecting if the first words out of you mouth were "if he had done a better job of training his army of retards I wouldnt(sic)  have to eat half the sandwhich(sic) to get to the fecking(sic) ranch dressing". . The customer is not always right. That’s the big lie of retail. The customer gets to vote with the almighty dollar. That’s the power of the customer. I am sorry your $1.39 McDonalds wrap didn’t turn out. Maybe the next time you are eating at McDonalds you should ask yourself “Why the hell am I eating at McDonalds” and be thankful you are alive to tell the tale. Maybe not take out your poor dinning choices on some power hungry asshat who has to put up with loud mouthed belligerent customers who for $1.39 think they can verbally assault you. Maybe next time you will cut your loses and not make a ranch dressing mountain out of a baggy panted mole hill.

And yes you are more than welcome to as the timmies say "pwn" me in COD2 on Thursday.