to meadows casino:

i thought i was done writing letters to companies, but i feel i must let you know that at least one of your employees has an attitude-problem stemming from her own delusions of grandeur.

i can't stop thinking about the harassment experienced at your casino today, sometime between 2 and 3 in the afternoon. in the "adios lounge, " for crying out loud, a lounge that any random yahoo can't get into. you shouldn't have yahoos of either gender working in there, but here's what happened to me today: i politely asked the girl-bartender for a pepsi, and when she gave it to me, she said "here you go, babe". i paused - "BABE," i thought, "why is she being so derogatory". i felt like i was being talked down to by a GIRL - i mean, how do girls get the nerve to talk down to men when they're always looking UP to men simply because they're so damned short? have you ever been in back of a car on the road, and you'd swear that anita baker's "rapture" has happened because you can't see the top of anyone's head in the driver's seat?

if the meadows has cameras everywhere to spy on gamblers, it wouldn't be unheard of to monitor the speech of your female employees. keep the girls in check, monitor the speech of your "little league" to make sure that they're not verbally abusing men out of spite for their own female-inadequacies. i refuse to verbally abuse any girl who verbally abuses me, but i'm not going to keep quiet about it. if i'm belittled in the morning or the middle of the night, i ain't too proud to tattle.

i ain't too proud to snitch.

dylan terreri, i
"When I'm hungry, I eat. When I'm thirsty, I drink. When I feel like saying something, I say it." - Madonna

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