Man, don’t even talk to me about ATM fees! I mean, why the
heck am I paying money to get my own money! Talk about some bullshit. Look, I
know a guy’s gotta make a buck and it’s not like I built the damn ATM machine
myself so yeah, I expect it’s gonna cost me something. But just the other day I
got soaked with a big ass two-dollar fee! Somebody’s getting rich, and it’s not
me, brother! It’s just another example of how big business is on the grift and
guess who gets the shaft? You got it – the little guy.
Just listen to
this special brand of BS: the other day I visited a WELL KNOWN BIG BOX RETAILER in search of a pair of
respectable chinos. When I finally settled on a pair that adequately housed my
particulars and flattered the old rump, I asked the pathetic sales associate if
I could get that crease “sharpened” a bit prior to purchase. This deplorable young
woman nearly laughed while informing me that her store “doesn’t iron clothes.”
Well guess what? Her store just lost a customer who pays in cash!
I’m tired of getting
the cold shoulder from Big Business Incorporated, LLC. If my tax dollars are
going to continue to pay their salaries, I deserve a little respect. Why, just
yesterday I stopped in a NATIONALLY FRANCHISED MEXICAN-INSPIRED FAST FOOD ESTABLISHMENT and was told I
couldn’t take 9-12 hot sauce packets without first placing an order. What is
this – China???? The last time I checked, this is a free country so technically
those hot sauce packets already belong to me, assholes.
Pull it together,
America!
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