Read the comments from the chief at the link.
Johnny O’Mara
18 hrs ·
So... one of my on-duty officers decides to do something nice for our dispatchers. Its Thanksgiving Day; our dispatchers are under appreciated as it is. My officer goes to Starbucks to get the dispatchers coffee as a thank you for all they do (especially when theyre working a holiday.)
This is what he gets for being nice.
What irks me is the absolute and total disrespect for a police officer who, instead of being home with family and enjoying a meal and a football game, is patrolling his little town.
This cup of coffee for a pig is just another little flag. Its another tiny symptom and a nearly indiscernible shout from a contemptuous, roaring and riotous segment of a misanthropic society that vilifies those who stand for whats right and glorifies the very people who would usher in the destruction of the social fabric. Its another tiny pinprick into the heart of men and women who are asking themselves more often: Why am I doing this?
Just pour the coffee, please. Are we at a point where a task as simple as pouring an exceptionally overpriced cup of coffee is so complicated that it cannot be accomplished without expressing oneself?
As a side note, I called the store and was told theyd be happy to replace the coffee with a correct label. The proverb Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me came to mind.
Thank you, first responders, for risking it all this Thanksgiving away from your families. If youre looking for coffee use a place where you pour your own and youre certain of whats in it.). Stay safe; go home.
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He should have demanded an apology and a refund. If both or just one demand was refused, it would further condemn the mindless mob mentality.
if I was a manager the employ would be fired on the spot who did this.
Well at least it’s not a hoax. I never use SB when going on my routs. I’d rather drink airline coffee which isn’t much better (which I don’)