God Yelp us all… From the shallow warm yellow tinged end of the kiddy pool come The Yelpers. Who really need to find something better to do with their time. Oh, it’s just reviews? Bullhockey. It’s driven by the same mentality as the guy screaming at the kids to get off his lawn. Or taking his parking place. But shallower with the added fun of revenge. Hey I have an idea! Put your damn phone down and don’t tip em rather than try and destroy their business.
There should be a requirement to participate on Yelp. That before writing anything all members must first spend one year with just the sh(k)irt on their back in Darfur or Mosul.
Oh and a reminder. During the minutes you are witching about an unfriendly bartender or some cold french fries, there is a woman in a burka poking a stick in a pile of rubble looking for the severed limbs of her children. Oh and BTW, that is not called terrorism it is called collateral damage.