I worked for him years ago at his sandwich shop. Racist. Misogynistic. Alcoholic. Cheap. What an asshole. Weirdly, I kinda feel bad for him. As unhappy as we all were when we worked there, everyone moved on to better things. Meanwhile, he was sort of trapped there in a little hell of his own design – yelling at everyone all day that they were making the sandwiches wrong and that’s why he could only ever break even. Never mind that the sandwiches, even when perfectly made, were mediocre. Poor bastard screamed and drank himself to a heart attack in his early fifties.
I always thought I would dance on his grave, but it’s just sad in retrospect.
RIP you miserable piece of shit.