I'll concede to you that my use of offensive language in my previous post is excessive. It is, however, a slice of my own personal thought and a result of extreme frustration and dissatisfaction with a business which to date has yet to exhibit any hint of a redeemable trait beyond a penchant for annoying its own customers.
I posted this diatribe in a venue which I consider both personal and intimate--one which people are plainly welcome to avoid if they choose to do so. One of my old high school teachers (whom you so succinctly put to task with your response) once taught me the following gem:
Maturity is knowing when to be mature
As this is my blog and a locale in which I, for the most part, am amongst friends, I reserve the right to choose immaturity or propriety as I see fit.
And while it's perfectly within your rights to lament my copious use of profanity, calling my education into question (as well as the means by which I obtained said education) is both inappropriate and frankly a little irrational given that we share our alma mater and that your only experience of me is a hastily-written-in-the-heat-of-anger blog post.