Dear Opera Fucker,

Yeah, you. Every night of your fucking event, you come into my restaurant and get good service--despite the fact that it's fucking busy--then you complain and leave a shitty tip. Does abusing my staff somehow ease the pain in your shriveled, privileged heart? You and the other concert-going, low-tipping assholes should have your sex organs cut off, so you can't procreate. It would be a sad fucking world if your kids carried on your putrid way of life and your restaurant etiquette. By the way, it's never wise to fuck with the person serving you food. May you burn in hell and get ass-fucked by Satan himself.