Oh, I’m sorry—did I miss somethin’ here? Last I checked, Gawith Hoggarth ain’t some kindly housewife bakin’ cherry pies for the whole town, nor are they some altruistic saint handin’ out masterfully crafted tobacco for free. No, sir, they’re a business. And you know what that means? Our relationship’s a transactional one—plain and simple. I’m buyin’; they’re sellin’. That’s how it works.
Now, I didn’t realize I was supposed to be grateful on top of it all. Grateful for what, exactly? For payin’ my hard-earned dollars and hopin’ I get somethin’ worth the price? As far as I’m concerned, they’re a company makin’ money like any other, and what business worth its salt doesn’t want a happy customer?
All I’m askin’ is for them to do right by the folks who keep ‘em afloat. I ain’t askin’ for charity. I pay my way, and in return, I expect quality. If that’s too much to ask, well, maybe they oughta rethink how they do business.
