Wanna go ahead and extend a big FUCK YOU to Mr. Leslie (nice girl’s name, jerk) Kalita on this Monday afternoon.

Seems Mr. Kalita thinks he’s the busiest man in the world; he not only doesn’t have time for the great deal I was offering, but he didn’t have the courtesy to A) Answer my inquiry of when a good time to call would be, B) Treat me with the respect a person deserves, and C) choke on his lunch as I suggested after our formalities soured.

I try not to raise my voice to potential customers, but this asshat had that tone in his voice that tells me “he” lives alone in a one-room shitbox, sleeps alone unless he managed to roll enough change to pay for sex, and is a general lump of human fudge on the road of life.  

So if you know Mr. Leslie Kalita, of Stockton, be sure to stay out of his busy way, you know, since he was home and answered the phone after the first ring on a MONDAY AFTERNOON.  

We used to sacrifice people like you to the lions, and you know, that’s one thing we used to get right in the world, Les.