Dear Hekate,
I hope you can help. If nothing else, spread the word about this guy. Three Months ago I placed an order with Fresh Racks Clothing. This young twerp is a rip off and I had to fight to get him to respond to me. I sent my order and about 1.5 months ago I tried emailing, then calling, and then Facebook messaged him. In total I have tried to contact him 12-13 times and just this morning on the second phone call to him, I woke him up. Freakin' lil shit stain. He yelled at me, talked over me, was down right rude and told me there wasn't anything he could do for me until 5 mins later I convinced him to refund the shipping and resend it with a tracking number. I also had to explain to him that APO was a US address because he was wondering why I didn't have to pay international. Dumb fuck. I'm not the only one to complain about him either, but I gave him a benefit of doubt. Don't buy from him if you want it to be an easy sale. Kid sounded like a high schooler and was less than polite with me (yelling over the phone). Do not ever buy anything from Fresh Racks Clothing!
Pissed, drained, and fucking tired
Okay, where do I start? Well first off PDFT, you did the right thing contacting me. I hate fucking snot nosed, little know-it-all, pricks who think they can run a "business" from home and can fuck people over. They only do it because they are probably the nerdy ass kid who hides behind their keyboard on World of Warcraft calling everyone n00bs and pwning everyone they can because at school they're the awkward little shit who thinks the world is against them, is a pussy and will probably never get laid because they'll spend their entire life living in mom's basement. Or attic, depending on how horribly disfigured and/or derp they are. So what to do about our said loser. Well I'm about to go Level EPIC tehuberl33tpwntsauce on his ass.
Oh mister man, you fucked over the wrong person. Having me as outlet to vent to end with someone crying in the corner sucking their thumb, and it's not me. So you douchewaffle, muddy turtle, level 80 dick-weed, fucktard, either start treating your customers better or one day you'll end up with someone on your doorstep beating the fuck out of you and trashing your "sweet" ride, which we all know is your mom's station wagon. Stop masturbating to your dad's porn stash, since that's all you have left of him because he probably left your whiny ass because he saw you'd never amount to shit, and do the right thing. Send the fucking shipments when they are placed. Don't put it off because you have to defeat the overlord right now or you might die. Get the fuck back to reality, you little shit, and run your so-called business or GTFO and leave it to the big boys and girls who care. Oh, and stop trying to sell those knock of Rolex watches out of your locker. That's just sad.
And for anyone who wants to try to defend this basement dwelling troll, feel free to email me. And if you yourself are said troll, I dare you to say shit. Why? Because I don't fucking care what you think. You, however, should care what your customers think. Otherwise you end up on the interwebs in blogs like this.
~Hekate
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