I am really liking these "open letters".
It helps me get things off my chest.
Without losing my cool.
Or throwing a temper tantrum.
That... or I am just full of it.
It makes me feel better anyway.
I felt oh-so-much-better after writing to the dude on second base.
You'll like it.
You may even feel 10 pounds lighter.
I said *feel* so don't get too excited.
Today I really needed to write an open letter.
Because I have no idea how to send it otherwise.
Dear Mr. My- mother- never- taught- me- to -say- thank- you,
Hi. It is me. The short girl that was in front of you in the check-out line at the grocery store this morning. That's right, the friendly, bubbly, thoughtful girl with a small child. I was loading my groceries onto the conveyor belt when I noticed you behind me. I took one look at my cart over-flowing with enough groceries to feed a small country. Then I looked at yours. One 12 pack of Coke and a loaf of bread. I knew it would take a while to ring up $315.27 worth of groceries. I knew your two items would not. I offered for you to go ahead of me. I am nice like that. You looked surprised. I waited for a smile, a nod, a thank you. Nothing. You just moved passed me, my cart, and my child who was already beginning the whine-at-the-checkout-because-he wanted-candy-routine. You paid for your groceries. You left. No nod. No smile. No words of thanks.
Well, you are welcome Mr. My- mother- never- taught -me- to- say- thank -you! I hope you don't choke on your COKE SANDWICH!
The lady you forgot to thank
Thanks for indulging me... I *feel* about 10 pounds lighter now!