Sunday, May 20, 2007

Serving up a heaping plate of love.

Dear charming lady at the party I helped cater last night:

When you tell your 12-year old daughter not once, not twice, but THREE times (loudly, in the dining room during dinner) how she doesn't need to get her own water because that's "what these people are here for", you made me want to pour red wine down the front of your tacky crochet dress. And maybe there was a slight possibility that I wanted to punch you in your boring, overly tanned, helmet-bobbed, fake-smiling face.

Down the road, when your equally lovely daughter grows up with an overinflated sense of entitlement and she can't seem to find a man who's "good enough", you have no one but yourself to blame for what a selfish, obnoxious monster she turned into.

Just look in the mirror, you shallow piece of crap.



Sugar Kane said...


I hope you spit in her food.

Domestically Disabled Girl said...

i admire your restraint. i think i may have "accidentially" tripped and spilled the wine all over the arrogant beotch.

Stacy said...

Two words: Hemlock Pudding.

Or: "Too bad you can't buy a set of manners with all that money lying around."

People suck. 'nuff said.

Brillig said...

Oooooohhhhh, not cool. But you're right--it will come back to haunt her. One day she'll say, "how did my daughter turn into such an awful human being?" Too bad she can't learn it before then. Maybe some wine down her front would really be a great service to her and future generations. :-)

Stacey said...

You should have brought her the water but accidentally "tripped" on your way to the table and made sure it ruined her helmet hair and soaked her tacky crochet dress

The nerve of her...

She sounds like RB from my "elevator ordeal".