Let Me Explain: The Broken Candy Kiss Dilemma

I would like to stop for a moment and explain my writings here.  Recently, articles began to surface regarding complaints about the chocolate candies wrapped in foil (synonym: smooches), seems that most of them sold during the holidays had their tips broken off.  This defect made the candies unappealing, especially when baking them on cookies.

This tragic situation resulted in numerous angry and vitriolic responses from people displeased about the look of a piece of candy.  To say this is petty is an extreme understatement, if a deformed piece of candy is the worse thing that happens to you today, I would say you are in pretty good shape.  One person went so far as to bitch about how bad her cookies looked after baking.  Really, this is what sets you off in a world that is filled with hate, war and almost hopelessness?  I could maybe understand this if it were deformed Easter bunnies, oh, the humanity!

Now, I know that I use this blog to do some bitching myself, however, my reason for doing this is to point out that in some cases we are severely disrespected as customers.   Because I shop mostly at discounted stores, does that mean my money isn’t worth as much as those who shop at elitist stores?  My belief is that anyone who earns money deserves the same respect even if they earn less than others.  And corporate billionaire pricks became corporate billionaire pricks because many of us spend our hard-earned cash at their establishments.

I guess my point here, is that it seems somewhat petty and even infantile to bitch about a deformed piece of candy when there are many more serious problems out there.  I would be willing to bet that most of the people bitching about this are in the upper 9% income bracket or near-wealthy as I call them.  So sorry that their sterile, uppity little world has been so rocked by this tragedy.  Maybe we could hold a candlelight vigil to honor these people with a prayer to help them endure this unthinkable act.

My efforts here are to honor those who work hard, often for little pay (certainly not what many jobs should pay) and are oft treated like cattle in stores owned by billionaire bastards (often white elitist), who don’t pay employees well, give them benefits or simply treat them with respect.  And, I also honor the customer, who makes up nearly 75% of our nations Gross Domestic Product (GDP) and various other economic indicators.  I understand that the customer isn’t always right but most of the time they are.

I will try in the future to only write about things are truly annoying where customer treatment and service are concerned.  I will do my very best not to bitch about trivial matters such as a broken piece of candy.

Talk to Ya Later

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