See, what you gotta do is threaten them with absurdity.

Don’t say “I’m never coming back”. Instead, walk across the street to the bus stop. Wait for them to come out to their car. Memorize it.

Now come back to the parking lot every day for a week. Wait for them to leave their car, and go inside. Once they’re inside, you walk over to their car, and write down their liscense plate number.

Now go home, and use public records to do a search to find their name and address.

Now go back to the store, and take a picture of them with your cell phone.

Now, sit across the street from a police department, and watch for a cop arriving to work. Take note of his liscense plate, and search his name/address.

Now write a letter to the clerk, threatening to wait outside his work with a giraffe. Tell him “Giraffes have 15 inch tongues, thick as a beer can. I’ve trained this one to stick their tongues into your butthole, and grab your waist with their teeth. You’ll be 19 feet in the air, getting tongue fucked by a giraffe. If you try to escape, you fall. See ya at Costco, Gary!”

And you use the cops name/address as the return address. Now if he tries to go to the cops, they’ll protect their own, and find something to arrest him with.

Checkmate, Gary!

Companies I boycott:

Bank of America
5/3 Bank
Wells Fargo
McDonald’s
Walmart
That corner gas station that never paid their invoice Planet Fitness
John Deere
Verizon
AT&T

Number of store employees I’ve told that I’m never coming back:

0

An interaction I had when I was in my final days of my fast food “career”:

Karen: “The service here is terrible I’m NEVER eating here again if you don’t fix this RIGHT NOW”

Me (actually said to them): “Oh no, please don’t, the giant multinational corporation with billions in revenue that is [Big burger fast food joint] will notice and cry”

Karen: “I…yea…well!” Storms off

On the other hand, I did just tell a bunch of local places I will no longer be a customer because they advertise on PublicSquare.

So I guess I’m those people now.

“Sir/mam, this is a Walmart. Your loss of business is literally a rounding error in pur profits.”

“…Also all the other local stores were run out of business so there’s no where else to shop.”

I’ll admit it; I want to say things like those customers in the comic. Sometimes I do. But I also understand and appreciate that the person I’m talking to both doesn’t care, and can’t do anything about it. So when possible, I try to take some marriage advice I saw somewhere online:

Never say the first thing that comes to mind. Don’t even say the second thing. Say the third thing.

This works really well in emails or online forums, where you can revise many times until you hit send or post.

And for anybody who has read any of my past replies and feel inclined to point out that I still say stupid shit: just know that those stupid shit were the third things that came to mind. 😊

“And I’m not paid enough TO care.”

My absolute favorite response to these types of people is “can I get that in writing?”

The thing is, either workers are powerless to change things, or just don’t care enough to be bothered by that threat.

Which is why I usually just smile and lodge formal complaints with the company as well as any regulatory body if the situation calls for it. Much more effective when it’s an actual punishment rather than an empty threat. I’ve gotten companies actual fines that way.

I’ve definitely boycotted companies, but try to make sure my reasoning is sent as high as it can, and even then try to direct it to the company itself rather than whoever I have on the phone.

I agree with this with one exception - if you’re in admin or clerical customer facing roles where the stuff you do is actually life changing for people.

I almost got deported because some cunt at the uni couldn’t be arsed to send one email of a document she got by clicking one button for a whole year despite the fact I rang every day for like two months and visited the offices for a goddamn week.

Another example is healthcare. If you’re some piece of shit receptionist who can do fuck all and instead of sympathising - and just trying at all - you act all smug about how you can’t even do me the decency of telling me which fucking department I need to talk to when I can’t get the result of a fucking piss test I need for life-changing surgery.

Surgery that I have been on a waiting list for for 7 years, surgery hat I have bad scheduled months ago that I have done everything for months ago, that’s now in a week and all of that is now under threat of being postponed many more months because you can’t fucking ring a phone number? Because you can’t be arsed and you’ll “let me know if there’s anything further” in 15-30 working days? And you, despite working this job, can’t possibly know how long it usually even takes? Literally refuse to even give an estimate?

I will make your day hell because I hate you - not just the company - but you as a human being, fuck you and find another fucking job, your failure in life is no excuse to fuck mine up too.

Especially when I know I’ll come back tomorrow and someone with a fucking brain is going to sort it out for me, so it was never some “policy”, it was you and your lack of effort when human lives are on the fucking line. Wouldn’t piss on you if you was on fire, you living piece of evidence that some people are just plain inferior and why some people don’t deserve welfare and security because they can’t do anything unless you threaten them with not being able to eat the next fucking day.

God, sorry, all this shit was years ago but it boils my blood to this day that some fucknuggets could’ve destroyed my entire amazing life for literally no other reason than the fact they have no life worth living and choose to make everyone else’s a living nightmare.

I think the pain will heal once all this shit is replaced by a nice LLM integration. And communism too, fuck capitalism and decay in public services.

Actually in a better world I’d gladly pay taxes so these actual fucking untermenschen stay home and rot or whatever it is they do, so the rest of us can get on with life. They already mooch off my taxes, the least they can do is get out of the fucking way.

Sales are in the shitter, I’m afraid we’re gonna have to let you go.

I don’t care.

This is the natural consequence of a business that is not worker owned.

Me, a driving instructor: “If you don’t want to learn, there’s the door. No. No need to slow down or stop, I have my own brake pedal here, thank you”