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Dear Chipotle Cell Phone Girl,
Feb. 9th, 2008 02:19 pmI have noticed that I have a growing impatience with inconsiderate people. In my car, I vent verbally to drivers who drive 20 miles under the speed limit. In the movie theater, I have no problem telling people to shut up (this one I'm not letting go of, however). After this week at work, I've realized that I need to *try* to curb this. I wont go into the specifics, but let's just say I've seen far worse than me and I hope and pray I don't turn into it.
Today was test number one. Instead of just letting go and telling an inconsiderate stranger how rude she is, I bit my tongue. If I were writing her a letter, it would have gone like this:
Dear Chipotle Cell Phone Girl,
Thank you so much for sharing your vapid life with the line of people standing behind you waiting to order. I was amazed how casually you ignored the poor server standing there waiting for you to state what you wanted. Your phone call was obviously more important than anything going on around you, as pointed out by your giggling, smiling verbage and devil-may-care stance. When the people in front of you moved on and yet another server was free to add the salsa and side items for the order that WASN'T coming, I want you to realize the self control it took on my part to not tell you what an inconsiderate bitch you must be. My inner "ghey" is quite disappointed.
Please count your blessings as today is your lucky day. You dodged an embarrassing verbal, Julia-Sugarbaker-esque (or![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stripedtiger-ian) onslaught from me, a tirade of public ass-showing that would have made my father swell with pride. I learned from the best.
While I am happy that I managed to restrain myself, please be aware that everyone has a limit. I guess that if your behavior is the norm, which your body language suggested it is, it wont be long before someone else will tag you on this later. You should hope it is not me, because now that I have had time to ponder it, my speech is now ready and honed to razor-like precision.
Sincerely,
The Hungry Man Behind You
Today was test number one. Instead of just letting go and telling an inconsiderate stranger how rude she is, I bit my tongue. If I were writing her a letter, it would have gone like this:
Dear Chipotle Cell Phone Girl,
Thank you so much for sharing your vapid life with the line of people standing behind you waiting to order. I was amazed how casually you ignored the poor server standing there waiting for you to state what you wanted. Your phone call was obviously more important than anything going on around you, as pointed out by your giggling, smiling verbage and devil-may-care stance. When the people in front of you moved on and yet another server was free to add the salsa and side items for the order that WASN'T coming, I want you to realize the self control it took on my part to not tell you what an inconsiderate bitch you must be. My inner "ghey" is quite disappointed.
Please count your blessings as today is your lucky day. You dodged an embarrassing verbal, Julia-Sugarbaker-esque (or
stripedtiger-ian) onslaught from me, a tirade of public ass-showing that would have made my father swell with pride. I learned from the best.While I am happy that I managed to restrain myself, please be aware that everyone has a limit. I guess that if your behavior is the norm, which your body language suggested it is, it wont be long before someone else will tag you on this later. You should hope it is not me, because now that I have had time to ponder it, my speech is now ready and honed to razor-like precision.
Sincerely,
The Hungry Man Behind You
