Assholes, Assholes In Brooklyn

Disclaimer...NOT EVERYONE FROM BROOKLYN IS LIKE THIS. YOU KNOW WHO YOU
ARE.

On Super Bowl Sunday, customer comes and and looks at the ribs that I
made. Says he wants some, about 2 and a half pounds for the super bowl.
I told him, out of the kindness of my heart, I can cook them fresh to be
picked up by him later in the day. He says ok. He comes at 3pm and picks
them up, no problem.

1,2,3, days later he calls the store. Tells me that he gets his ribs
from this place in Brooklyn that's widely known for its ribs. He names
the place, I never heard of it. Tells me he would've got some from
there, but the line is out the door during the Superbowl, so he didn't
place an order with them. Goes on to tell me, their ribs falls off the
bone, and mine were over cooked. He says, he wants me to make good on
it, AND, that he saved 2 pieces of the 2.5 pounds of ribs. Okaaaaaaay,
let the ass chewing begin.

Listen you stupid motherfucker. If that's how they do things in
Brooklyn, that OTHER country, that's not how we as humans do it PERIOD
!! How in the fuck can you eat, lets say 2 and a quarter pounds of spare
ribs and THEN say they they were over cooked? Huh ? AND you did me the
FAVOR of saving two pieces to show to me that they were over cooked. So
where tha fuck is the rest of the so called over cooked ribs, you dumb
fuck you. Then you have the fuckin balls to call my store, and talk to
me, and EXPECT me to make good of what happened. You know that stuff
that's in your eyes when you wake up in the morning? Well it has more
brains than you do. Then you tell me that you will be in next week, so
that you can tell me when to make the ribs for you the FOLLOWING WEEK??
!!

I see why you couldn't get any spare ribs on SuperBowl Sunday, cause you
sir, are an ASSHOLE !! If I were you, I wouldn't show my face up at my
counter, cause what I'm gonna tell you, I WON'T regret.

--michaelchappell