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Dear Unfit Father
I don't know what was going through your head when you decided to let your one year old child wander into the kitchen during the lunch rush.
Yes, you did let your child wander in, because your child came in through the OUT door, and there is no way in hell a child that small could open the door unassisted. I saw you help her open the door, and I heard your pathetic giggling. I saw you peering through the crack in the door, watching as she wandered around the kitchen, looking very scared and confused.
I yelled "SIR, KINDLY REMOVE YOUR CHILD FROM THE KITCHEN!" not because I hate children, but because your child was wandering near hot plates, sharp knives, deep fat fryers, grills and ovens. "There's no need to be rude!" you say? Do you have any idea what would happen to me if your child was hurt? Or was it your plan to attempt to squeeze some compensation out of us?
Yes that's right, make sure you finish your beer before you come in. Go ahead, I don't mind. I am only blocking your child's path to protect her from falling in a fryer. There is no way I am going to pick up your child and have you accuse me of allsorts.
Finally, you have walked into the kitchen to collect your child. Your child is now screaming like a banshee. "Oh, look! You have scared her!" you say to me. Now you're pretending to be a concerned parent? You make me sick. Get the fuck out.
You want to see the manager because I was "rude"? The manager was watching you from the other side of the door. Are you really surprised when he tells you to get out?
You're never coming back again? I sure hope so.
Fuck you.
From customersruinmylife
I don't know what was going through your head when you decided to let your one year old child wander into the kitchen during the lunch rush.
Yes, you did let your child wander in, because your child came in through the OUT door, and there is no way in hell a child that small could open the door unassisted. I saw you help her open the door, and I heard your pathetic giggling. I saw you peering through the crack in the door, watching as she wandered around the kitchen, looking very scared and confused.
I yelled "SIR, KINDLY REMOVE YOUR CHILD FROM THE KITCHEN!" not because I hate children, but because your child was wandering near hot plates, sharp knives, deep fat fryers, grills and ovens. "There's no need to be rude!" you say? Do you have any idea what would happen to me if your child was hurt? Or was it your plan to attempt to squeeze some compensation out of us?
Yes that's right, make sure you finish your beer before you come in. Go ahead, I don't mind. I am only blocking your child's path to protect her from falling in a fryer. There is no way I am going to pick up your child and have you accuse me of allsorts.
Finally, you have walked into the kitchen to collect your child. Your child is now screaming like a banshee. "Oh, look! You have scared her!" you say to me. Now you're pretending to be a concerned parent? You make me sick. Get the fuck out.
You want to see the manager because I was "rude"? The manager was watching you from the other side of the door. Are you really surprised when he tells you to get out?
You're never coming back again? I sure hope so.
Fuck you.
From customersruinmylife
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