Monday, December 10, 2007

Dear C. U. Next Tuesday

I get that you're in a huge hurry. I've seen you zooming down the aisles of the grocery store like you're going for the grocery-shopping record or something. But the disdain dripping from your "Is there a problem?" in response to the dirty look I gave you when you RAN INTO THE BACK OF MY FOOT WITH YOUR CART AND DIDN'T ACKNOWLEDGE IT? Completely unnecessary.

Also unnecessary? Your sarcastic "Oh, I'm so SORRY!" and "Are you going to be OKAY?" when I told you that you RAN INTO THE BACK OF MY FOOT WITH YOUR CART.

Go Screw Yourself,

Me

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