I delivered an order 27 minutes late, and the customer demanded I kneel and apologize or get a bad review.
I laughed. I couldn't ask for more.
Three days later, the blond guy who'd left me that bad review was barking like a dog in front of everyone at a company meeting. No one could stop him.
The regional manager wanted to fire me? Fine. Just make sure you state the reason clearly: "This employee has a terrifying stare and may be mentally unstable."
Only when he slipped in dog poop and broke his front teeth did he finally understand what I meant when I said, "Have a safe trip."
Everyone thought I was crazy. Only I knew the truth:
Bad reviews were the fuel for my cultivation. Everyone who cursed me was helping me ascend to immortality.
