A Lesson to the Feeble-Minded

To all of the beneficiaries of the work of service workers: You are lucky, not smart
To all of you who are fortunate enough to have 'real' jobs and are the beneficiaries of service-industry workers without properly appreciating it:
Fuck you.
We don't like you. You are morons. You are condescending, rude, you drive cars that are a waste of money and prescious natural resources, your kids are a bunch of fuckin' whiney little pussies, and most of all, you aren't any smarter than any of us, you are just more fortunate. Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Albert Einstein-those are smart people. You may have been just smart enough to say the exact right thing at the interview-i.e.- known exactly what lie to tell and when, but you aren't smart.
..and did LOOK in the mirror before you left the house today?
Know what you want when you got up to the speakerbox at the drive through or to the cashier, if you are at a place for the first time and there is a line, don't ask the person behind the counter for a detailed description of the ENTIRE menu. Just. Don't. Your eating disorder or sensitive tummy is not more important that the people in line behind you-or their time. Making more than $40k a year DOES NOT makes you special, it makes you fortunate, and as such you should relish in your good fortunne by enjoying the added security of a healthy income and be more relaxed and gracious to those around you. If you are making more than $40k a year and you are broke? FUCK YOU twice as hard. You are pathetic. You insult all of us that live and work poor so you can have whatever you want when you want it and we usually don't ever get to save up enough money to go on a proper vaction. You wonder why there is so much cheap booze at the convenience store, and all those flavored blunt-wraps? That is how we cope with you lame-ass you fuckin' punks.
Don't fuckin' explain the menu to me at my work. Don't tell me how to do my fucking job because you 'waited tables in college' or because 'you've been their too bro!' go fuck yourself, I am not your 'bro,' bro.
When you get in a cab, know where you are fuckin' going and tell the driver-if he doesn't know how to get there HE WILL SAY SO fuckwad, don't be a prick and ask 'do you know how to get there?'... and don't give directions-unless he obviously is going the wrong way. Pay your cab driver with cash you retarded little shit. A credit and debit debit card is for Amazon, eBay, of buying your 300 inch LCD flat panel from Best Buy. Anytime you present plastic to a small business person you are saying " I am fucking you out of  as much as%10 of your gross because I am too fucking lazy to reach into my pocket and count out 45 dollars because I am a douchetard".
Don't ask for split checks. Only douchebags do that. Seriously. Your server may not look busy, but they aren't getting paid to do math you should have done in your head when you ordered if you weren't planning on picking up the tab. One thing telling your server you want separate checks tells him or is that you are all too cheap and too lazy, which means you aren't going to tip for shit and will waste the server's time over any 23 cent discrepancy. Another thing you need to understand about a restaurant, is that as soon as you ask for split checks, so will everyone else, and if things get busy suddenly as they often do, you could hold up everyone just because you are a lazy shit-for-brains asshole who is too lazy to do basic addition. Pack a baloney sandwich from home of go through the drive thru asshole.
   You got lucky because you learned computers at an early age, or were born good at math, or were weak-minded enough that you can actually sit in a cubicle all day, chewing your cud, nibbling rice cakes, and trying to find naked pictures of Kenny G the internet that you can masterbate to in your off time-or maybe you' get really crazy and original and do it in the bathroom on your break.
You are a freakin' rebel.
Just getting up and going to work and downloading shit on iTunes doesn't make you anything. In order to be something special, you have to be special. You have to actually do something with your life that doesn't involve acting superior or taking down to other people because they are waiting on you.
You are probably average-or worse.