Reader Email: Turtleboy Is Mean For Blogging About My Brother For Not Paying His $143 Compass Tavern Bar Tab Full Of Twisted Tea
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Yesterday we blogged about this guy Jason Marchand, who several people identified as the guy who dipped on a $143 bar tab at Compass Tavern in Worcester, which was then passed on to the unsuspecting woman who was there to promote Devotion Vodka.
After we wrote about him and urged him to repay Compass Tavern, we got an email from the fam, letting us know what assholes we are:
Hi, a friend sent me the blog about petitioning Jason Marchand to pay the tab he left at Compass Tavern. Which was deeply humiliating because he is my brother. I appreciate the irreverent and derogatory humor of the piece. You know how to shame people to get a laugh. That’s a great talent. That bit about his friend wearing a knit cap indoors, their “chin straps”, and all the other numerous low insults that really don’t contribute anything to ensuring “justice” is served. You must be very proud of yourself. It carries on a fine tradition like stocks in town squares and public lynchings. Maybe we should stand them up outside the Compass Tavern so people can throw food at them.
I get it though. It’s salacious- like Worcester’s own rag mag. Just sad to me that fodder like that is used to entertain instead of trying to appeal to the better angels of our nature. But whatever. You obviously have no regard for any innocent people that you might also be hurting. But poor you, you can’t know the legacy of hurt I’ve gotten to enjoy because of my big brother that you’re simply adding to. I’m sure you wouldn’t think of that.
I would be happy to send a check to whoever it should go to. Do you have contact info? I would really really like to take care of this before my poor 68 year old saint of a mother hears about it. She has spent her life and all her livelihood trying to get Jason the help he needed and trying to clean up his damage along the way. Not that you would care about his demons. You just see an asshole and that’s good enough for you. Keep up your good work humiliating people. Like I needed one more reason to hate my last name. My father was really enough for that but thank you for making it just a little bit worse. Not that you would care about that either. Thank you for hurting me. It’s nice to be reminded of the cruelty of strangers.
I do not give permission for any of this to be used in any form of media. Go ahead and continue to enjoy the laughs your blog post prompts. I don’t expect you to take it down. I just want to take care of the tab so that those employees of the vodka company don’t suffer.
Fair warning – if you send us an email and you end it with “I do not give permission for any of this to be used in any form of media,” we’re probably gonna use it without your permission, especially when it’s this ridiculous. Because obviously adults know that when you send an email to someone, they are not required to keep the contents of that email private. That’s not how the Internet works.
Anyway, gotta love how once again the entire blame is put on Turtleboy for being the messenger. Newsflash – your brother intentionally set two innocent, working class women up to be stuck with his bill. Demons don’t make you do that. He chose to do that using his own free will. It was calculated and premeditated, and done with the sole intention of harming other people financially. It’s not our job to protect your feelings from being hurt because your brother pulled a scumbag move. Instead of you writing a check for him, perhaps he should just man up and pay for it himself. Might be a good start.
Look, I realize he probably didn’t see this one coming. No one ever expects to have their spot blown up by Turtleboy. But just let this be a warning that Turtleboy is more than just one person. Every single decent human being out there is Turtleboy. They are all reporters. And when they see something grimy going on that needs to be reported, they message Turtleboy headquarters and we blog about it. A great way to not end up on Turtleboy is to not be an asshole, and pay for your Twisted Teas. Just assume that Turtleboy is always watching and you should be just fine.
She wasn’t done:
You don’t know if my brother’s friend had said he was taking my brother out and paying for it (and I won’t give you his friends name because his family wouldn’t deserve the humiliation any more than I do). You don’t know if they left money and someone stole it. You don’t know if that woman is telling the truth. You don’t know anything. I don’t either. I haven’t been able to even get in touch with my brother about this. But he is being slandered on the local internet circles and that hurts me so IF there is an unpaid tab and you have contact info on that I would like to send money just so we all know that any possible wrong was righted. But it seems to me like that isn’t even really your aim.
Anyway, we’re pretty sure we’ve got the name of his companion, so he won’t be the only one taking the fall for this. Stay tuned!
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