What I really need to do is purge whatever remaining delusional fantasy I have that I’ll be able to understand you people. That’s real point I’ve gleamed from this conversation.
good grief.
It seems like the healthy thing to do.
I know of a couple of restaurants where rude waiters are part of the appeal.
How could rude waiters be part of the appeal at a restaurant?
Because it’s funny. There’s a place like that in Chicago.
In this instance, sure. But I don’t know if he’s a total dick. He probably is, but who cares? Everyone else is too.
It seems like you care quite a bit actually.
I care about the hypocrisy of people’s reaction to this ludicrous story. That doesn’t mean I care about the people in the story.
I’m not sure to what “hypocrisy” you refer.
There was a very obvious implication that I was in the wrong for finding this a little bit amusing, even though we all find things funny sometimes that are hurtful to some other person. I used the example of someone falling, which can sometimes be really funny. It doesn’t mean you’re glad that the person got hurt or that they fell.
I mean, I certainly don’t remember ever coming close to finding humor in someone mocking a person who stutters, but ok.
You certainly participate in openly mocking people for other things. The fact that it’s not related to a disability is irrelevant.
He’s certainly mocked me before, and you, and almost everyone else. That’s actually a big part of why I kind of like him, but apparently chuckling at a situation in which someone’s feelings were hurt hundreds of miles away crosses some imaginary line. I don’t know why, but it does.