An Open Letter to the Chronically Churlish & Professionally Offended Well, well, well. If it isn’t you again. Yes, YOU—the one currently rehearsing your Oscar-worthy performance of outrage because the avocado in your overpriced toast dared to be slightly less photogenic than the Instagram post that lured you here. Do you feel that? That subtle tension in the air? That’s not the universe conspiring against you, sweetheart. That’s called reality—and it’s time you checked into it. Let’s get one thing straight, Karen—and yes, we’re using the name, because let’s be honest, you’ve EARNED it—the world is not your personal assistant. That beleaguered barista? Not your emotional support human. The retail associate? Not your Google-search lackey. The customer service agent? Absolutely not your verbal punching bag because your artisanal, gluten-free, soul-aligned expectations weren’t met. You sweep through stores and cafés like a hurricane of entitlement, leaving baffled staff and secondhand ...
The world according to Pete