To the dude at MLB.com that my mom just pitched a bitch fit at...
I'd like to sincerely apologize, but I don't know your name and I don't know how to contact you again, so, uh, this is the best I can do.
Sorry about that. I know she's a crazy bitch.
In other news, for the rest of the world: remember about black pots and kettles before you complain about the people you have to talk to on the phone all day if whenever you call in to customer service it's to swear and scream and pitch a fit.
Also remember the conversations you've had with your daughter's therapist about how she feels like she can't talk to you before you interrupt her in the middle of a sentence while she's trying to explain to you how you should maybe take a minute to calm the fuck down before you fire off an angry email to corporate.
Sorry about that. I know she's a crazy bitch.
In other news, for the rest of the world: remember about black pots and kettles before you complain about the people you have to talk to on the phone all day if whenever you call in to customer service it's to swear and scream and pitch a fit.
Also remember the conversations you've had with your daughter's therapist about how she feels like she can't talk to you before you interrupt her in the middle of a sentence while she's trying to explain to you how you should maybe take a minute to calm the fuck down before you fire off an angry email to corporate.