Dear people that come through the toll that have a problem with how I look- Im so sorry that two little pieces of metal in my cheeks make me lower than you on some social scale you have in your head. Im sorry that the small hoop in my nostril offends you. Im sorry that my stretched ears are so disgusting to you (and so much so that you feel the need to tell me how repulsive I am to my face multiple times a day). Im sorry that just because I choose to have these things on my body, that Im all of a sudden less of a person than you and cant do my job properly. Im sorry that you feel so strongly about how I look, that you need to call my bosses and tell them that I should be fired just because you dont want to look at me. Im sorry that Im not sorry at all. Ive never met such deeply angry and horrid people than through that toll booth. Rant over.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 06:16:40 +0000
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