Blog about it.
I tried real hard not to know about this story, but it has insinuated itself into my news-feeds and my consciousness as a kind of morbid fascination. Jeff Simmermon really didn’t do anything that we haven’t done. He got pissy over crappy service at a coffee shop, then he came home and blogged about it.
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