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I'm
writing a &*$#@% letter Periodically
in life, a person will complete a business transaction and find
themselves unsatisfied. Whether it be
with a large corporation, local lemonade stand, law
firm, mega chain, pawn shop, feed store, ball team, chic eatery, ma and
pa diner, faceless mega conglomerate, branch of government, medical office, charitable
group,
insurance company or simply another person, folks often find that they are
exiting the relationship less than satisfied with the outcome of the
dealings. One might find themselves, for example, stumbling
forth from an establishment, considerably lighter in the wallet, and
yet, with
a
bilious stomach or other lingering foul taste, over the quality of goods
received or the level of service
not rendered. Many of us are reduced to muttering "I should write a &*%$#% letter to
somebody about this." This space is a repository for those letters,
whether they are ever actually delivered to the offending party or
not. Such letters will be archived here as reminders of past offenses suffered as well as
for the artistic and vitriolic value contained therein. If you would
like yours included, please submit to
thegoliard@thegoliard.net
for consideration.
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