Craziness the other day when I looked in the mail and there was a letter from a lawyer. Sorry, let me rewind.
Last month I went to a salon on Ottawa's east side and had a HORRIBLE experience. My hair cut was fine enough, but the people at the salon, including the owner, were incredibly rude. The place was also very messy and I left feeling completely miserable. I decided to write a negative review of the business on Yelp.ca. Well the owner of the salon didn't like the star rating I gave him and decided to threaten to sue me for defamation unless I took the posting down. This was the letter I received in the mail.
Now, I'm not exactly rolling in the dollars here, so as much as I would loved to have called the bluff of this guy and his self-titled salon, I simply couldn't afford a lawyer in any way. SO I pulled it down and emailed the lawyer (who is probably just a friend of his) as requested.
Of course it sucks, mostly in principle, as this owner has just successfully bullied his way into removing my negative review. I mean, what is this Orwell's 1984?
Ahhh well. The hardest thing about the whole thing was emailing the lawyer without using the word "fuck" in any of its tenses.
Anyway, like I was saying I was at Raw Sugar today trying to come up with a writing plan for the new year (yes! I'm behind!) and I went to the bathroom and on the wall there was one of those magnetic poetry sets and on it this is what I saw:
I yelled, "C'MON!!" and it might have been heard outside in the cafe. More on this, and other equally *stimulating* things in my life, as they develop.
P.s. Does putting a word inbetween two * convey sarcasm?
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