Dear Retell, the owner of the chocolate store around the corner is known for bullying kids.
My daughter came home absolutely traumatized.
Please help us, Stephanie's mom.
Hi, I'm calling because, well, I have a bit of a complaint.
My daughter was in the store over the weekend and she said that the gentleman that was behind
the counter was very rude and very disrespectful.
In what way?
Well, he was impatient.
She was asking simple questions about the chocolates.
I'm the only gentleman who could be out there.
I'm just trying to understand exactly what happened.
Well, it sounds like you.
I give everyone a lot of my time.
Well, you're already yelling, first of all.
I'm yelling?
Yes, you're yelling and you're very aggressive already.
So I believe that it was you.
You raised your voice.
What kind of chocolate was she looking for?
She was looking for chocolates that you put inside the muffins and they melt when you
bake them.
What kind of chocolate is that?
I don't know.
I don't work at the chocolate store.
That's your job.
Maybe she misunderstood something that I said to her and perhaps took it the wrong way
and perhaps I didn't speak to her as kindly as you would like me to.
My daughter came here practically in tears because she said the hot man was an asshole.
I've never even heard my daughter curse before.
What would you like me to do?
One, I would like for you to address the situation and realize I need you to admit that you're
wrong.
First of all, there is no right or wrong.
No harm was done.
She came back in tears, she was unable to get the appropriate chocolates from the muffins.
She showed up.
Excuse me, I am still talking.
Thank you.
Pump your brakes.
All right?
So when you say that there's no harm, that was done and my little precious Stephanie
comes home crying.
If those are the words that you like to use to describe your daughter, that's up to you
and you're entitled to your opinion, whether you're right or wrong.
Well, my opinion is that you're a jackass and you need to not be in the chocolate business
if you can't be sweet.
You're not sweet.
Until you've woken up next to me, you don't have the right to say that.
Really?
Well, I pray I should never be so unlucky as to wake up next to you.
Okay?
You and me too, darling.
You and me too.
Okay.
Now what?
You send your little Stephanie into the...
I'm not going to send Stephanie anywhere near you, you sick prick.
You're a sick prick.
You want to put your money where your mouth is?
Let's put up a shut up right now.
It's the kind of project.
It's the kind of project.
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