'Answer me this Richard, what sort of animal would serve a desert with peas in?'

You've probably all read this already, but I can't help but post about it. It's a complaint letter written to Richard Branson, head of Virgin Atlantic airways, from a customer on one of his flights. The guy is hilarious. I'd love to hear his take on waiting in line at the DMV or the dentist. Or the Walmart on 13th south. My favorite part of the letter:

"I’ll try and explain how this felt. Imagine being a twelve year old boy, Richard. Now imagine it’s Christmas morning and you’re sat their with your final present to open. It’s a big one, and you know what it is. It’s that Goodmans stereo you picked out the catalogue and wrote to Santa about.

Only you open the present and it’s not in there. It’s your hamster, Richard. It’s your hamster in the box and it’s not breathing. That’s how I felt when I peeled back the foil and saw this ...."

I love it. Anyway, read the whole thing here if you want.