To the woman who called my hotel tonight just to call me a fucking cunt because she thought I double charged her only to find out she was misreading her credit card statement

I hope that spiders crawl out of your dried up corporate paper-pushing vagina and eat you alive while you sleep, you ridiculous executive bitch. Let me transfer you to my boss’s voicemail. Leave a message after the beep.

Oh I’m sorry, DID I DISCONNECT YOU? How silly of me *cackle* let me try one more time. Silly phone connections. One moment please.