If you enjoyed the benefits of your bank’s 24-hr “grace” (period) service you can thank Motuphi for it. He was the one who got himself in trouble with the police (who were called over it) back in the early 2000s (like 2001 or 2002) for ranting at the service personnel about “jumbling” deposit and debit transactions’ time-stamps to charge his wife with “erroneous” overdraft fees. His argument was that the deposit was made before the debits were made that day and to process the transactions any other way was erroneous, inefficient, incompetent and an “insult” to his wife’s “integrity”.
His statements about “if the deposit is made before the next banking day, when the transactions are all processed collectively, then it’s underhanded to charge overages, anyway” must’ve hit home with some of the more intelligent, sophisticated upper level execs at the institution because, as you can see, a decade later the concept is being utilized and appreciated.
Yet another interesting true trivia tidbit about one of the many modern service concepts in use today that were originally thought-of and voiced (usually in complaints and rants to management) by Motuphi.
Motuphi eventually stopped complaining about poor service and started just hitting those who destroy his experiences with poor service with curses that he never even warns them about. For example: a young woman at a northern (reputedly Grayling) Michigan McDonald’s was too distracted from her job to give his wife good service at the drive-thru’ and she failed to give them napkins which “ruined” his Big Mac “experience” that day. So Motuphi just hit the dumb little air-headed bitch and whatever had her distracted with a curse that he saw as “protective” for his next time to eat there (that maybe she’d be fired or dead and unable to fuck-up another McDonald’s experience for him)…He literally went into a tirade about “cum-drunk, dopeman dick-slurping white devil bitches” over that white girl’s poor service that day.
Another noteworthy similar incident: At the same McDonald’s, Motuphi saw a dope-distracted white devil bitch give his bag of breakfast to the car in front of him, who then handled his sausage biscuits and threw them back in the bag. That customer gave the bag back to the white devil bitch and pulled forward away from the window to wait for their order. To Motuphi, the food was already “contaminated” because it was handled by the previous customer, so he was already grossed-out and livid over it, saying “Surely that junked-out white devil bitch ain’t gonna give me those contaminated, pre-handled sausage biscuits just because she’s too cum-drunk from sucking her dopeman’s dick for dope to do her fuckin’ job already!?” But the bitch did give him the bag of contaminated food, AFTER she made them wait there for an additional unnecessary 5 minutes (the food was done and in the bag, the soda was also right there at the window, but the zombie-slave-clone white devil dope-ho still couldn’t just turn around and hand it out the window to them).
That was the 2nd time in a month that Motuphi and his wife had experienced poor service from the breakfast crew at that same location and had the wrong food given out. On the previous occasion, they’d gone down the road to discover that one of their sausage biscuits was someone else’s “special order” that had cheese on it (so that was 2 orders and 2 breakfast experiences that got fucked-up that day that were tainted with that 1 careless product toss into a bag). Needless to say Motuphi returned some negative energy upon some dope-distracted, inbred, white devil bitches during the rants they caused him to go into.
Motuphi also loosed a protective curse into the cosmos to strike anyone who’d mishandle his or his wife’s food, or the food of any of the Elect…
Sometimes, people who would do something foul to Motuphi’s food if they were to handle it meet with tragedies and untimely demises to protect him from their intended offenses; like a “spitter” (someone who spits in peoples’ food) may die in a car crash on his/her way to work because Motuphi would later be buying something they would’ve contaminated had they been trusted to prepare it…Like, if a spitter was gonna spit in his sandwich that day, the spitter will probably die to intervene against that spit being placed in Motuphi’s food…This is just one of many end-time signs and wonders that follows Motuphi (“protective” curses that’re like pre-assaults)…
And so: It’s not safe to be a nasty human-shaped piece of shit who’d fuck with someone’s food in a public service setting in these end times, because something might “happen” to ya’ to protect the Elect from your nastiness or how you might contaminate their food.
Good service is so important, isn’t it? Especially when it comes to food that can make someone ill when it’s not properly prepared and handled. Now, finally, it should be equally important to those who provide it, as well.
