T-Shirt Revenge

Since JPX is having technical difficulties today, I’m going to attempt to provide some blog entertainment with a little story.

So lately I’ve been getting irritated with people and companies thinking that they can treat people anyway they want and get away with it. I feel that something needs to be done to fight this injustice, even if small. Recently, I’ve been joking around that I’m going to have t-shirts made voicing my rage. I’ve decided not to joke about it any longer but actually put this plan into action. This was prompted by an experience I had on Sunday when I went to get a falafel pocket. I have been going to this place religiously for over a year, and each time I always get a little cheese on my falafel. On Sunday I order my falafel as usual and when I tell the man to put a little cheese on he tells me it doesn’t come with cheese, so of course I tell him that I’ve been getting cheese on it for over a year and this is the first I’ve heard that I can’t have cheese. He tells me he’ll give it to me, but keeps yelling at me to read what’s in the blue box. I tell him that I’m not going to read it and that I will never ask for cheese again. Still he keeps yelling at me to read what’s in the blue box. I tell him no and that I will never come here again. Still he won’t shut the hell up. He’s talking about the prices going up, and then he starts mumbling about McDonalds, but at this point I had stopped listening.

 I’m so aggravated that I was spoken to like this, all the man had to do was talk like a civilized person and explain that if I want cheese it will have to be extra from now on, and there would have been no problem. Now I’m going to have to go take a picture of him for my t-shirt. I’m not sure what it’s going to say yet, but I’m open to suggestions and I’ll be sure to post a picture of myself wearing it for the blog. I’ll have to pick a place to make my t-shirt too. My cousin used to be married to a guy that would have been perfect for my t-shirt revenge jobs. He used to make and sell-t-shirts from a van, which is probably why my cousin isn’t married to him anymore. He once made my sister, my cousins, and me a t-shirt with a picture of Bush Sr. on it that said no wimps with a circle around him and a slash across his face. We wore them and stood outside the doors of the voting polls. We were told to leave a number of times and the police almost had to be involved. 

 I’ve decided that I’m going to have a t-shirt made every time a person or company pisses me off in my lifetime. I think it will be interesting to see how many shirts I have when I’m 90 years old.