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Yamanda: Despite the fact that I am now very successful, I worked my way through college on the service side of life and know what it is like to face pompous bitches like yourself. How do you think the pizza delivery guy felt, not only as he tried to reach you to get inside your dorm but also as he trudged up the stairs to your presumably all-girl hall? You may have the blissful illusion that he was impressed by your Royal Stanford Student status but I would bet on the opposite. Receiving good service often requires a tacit agreement on the part of the consumer: to facilitate the delivery of the food. It is not the delivery man's fault that your dorm doesn't employ someone at the front desk on the weekends. It is not his responsiblity to jump fences or break windows so as to fill your wittle stomach. Consider that the world does not revolve around you, as your parents undoubtedly did before they whisked you away to Stanford. Consider that minimum wage is not enough money to cover the delivery man's gas expenses and mileage on his car. Consider that minimum wage alone certainly won't cover his cell-phone bill, without which he would be unable to do his job (and for which his employer pays nothing.) Consider that, since he was working on the weekend, your hapless delivery driver could be attending the same school that you do and could be your boss someday! Paying your own is a difficult thing, especially if you are a young college student trying to balance a low-wage job and financial-aid with some shitty service job where too many people think like you do. That delivery man would NEVER work where he does if not for the tips. You would have to get off your lazy (and I am guessing fat) ass and get it yourself! So realize that when you tip someone, you are THEN paying for the service. Not before. And remember that, even though you now couldn't fathom this happening with all of your glorious Stanford education, YOU TOO could someday be sucking up to some self-absorbed, self-righteous bitch that imagines YOU being put on this earth for her convenience. Even after you receive your illustrious degree. Sincerely, Bradley M. Bock
PS- You think stealing lines from a Tarentino flick makes you funny? Baaaah!
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