Entitled bitch in Tales of Transhumanism

To the bitch who made my girlfriend cry on the phone today at work: I know you, in all likelihood, will never see this, but I still need to get this off my chest, so in the off-chance that you read this:

Kill yourself. You called her at work four times today to complain about a desk you bought via the company website, and you reduced her to tears. My girlfriend is a shop clerk. She is not responsible for online orders, she works in the shop. It's not the same thing. The delivery people are responsible for delivering your fucking desk. You didn't call those guys, though, you called the shop, and my girlfriend had to endure you calling her a liar, and she had to listen to you rant on about how she should be "ashamed" of her customer service, all because she told you how it is - even though it's not what you wanted to hear. She didn't yell at you, she didn't call you names, but you screamed at her down the phone anyway, over some fucking desk.

So yeah, I would be obliged if you could kill yourself. We don't need entitled bitches like you walking around, treating people like shit just because you didn't get your own way. Be thankful that I don't know who you are, you horrible, selfish little cunt.