Flip sides of humanity
Dear Guy in Truck from Yesterday,
Thank you for honking at me like crazy when I was getting onto Route 28 yesterday afternoon. I couldn't figure out why you were honking at me, until I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the carry-out container with the half-eaten cheese quesadilla sitting on the trunk. I was able to pull over and rescue it before it splattered across the highway. May all your quesadillas have extra cheese on them.
Sincerely,
Me
Dear Random Unseen Person in the Trader Joe's Parking Lot this Afternoon,
I hope you are enjoying that gallon of organic reduced fat milk that I purchased today. I didn't mean to leave it in the grocery cart, but between trying to balance the bag of groceries, my purse, and my toddler, as well as the rainstorm, I just forgot to pick it up. You must have seen me leave it there; after all, it wasn't more than three minutes between the time I left the milk in the cart and then returned looking for my missing milk. Did you think I'd left it on purpose? Did you even consider trying to call after me? Trader Joe's was nice enough to give me another gallon, so I hope you enjoy (and needed, for that matter) your free milk.
Also, meet my friend, Karma. She and I are on excellent terms. But she's quite the bitch, so beware.
Sincerely,
Me
Thank you for honking at me like crazy when I was getting onto Route 28 yesterday afternoon. I couldn't figure out why you were honking at me, until I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the carry-out container with the half-eaten cheese quesadilla sitting on the trunk. I was able to pull over and rescue it before it splattered across the highway. May all your quesadillas have extra cheese on them.
Sincerely,
Me
Dear Random Unseen Person in the Trader Joe's Parking Lot this Afternoon,
I hope you are enjoying that gallon of organic reduced fat milk that I purchased today. I didn't mean to leave it in the grocery cart, but between trying to balance the bag of groceries, my purse, and my toddler, as well as the rainstorm, I just forgot to pick it up. You must have seen me leave it there; after all, it wasn't more than three minutes between the time I left the milk in the cart and then returned looking for my missing milk. Did you think I'd left it on purpose? Did you even consider trying to call after me? Trader Joe's was nice enough to give me another gallon, so I hope you enjoy (and needed, for that matter) your free milk.
Also, meet my friend, Karma. She and I are on excellent terms. But she's quite the bitch, so beware.
Sincerely,
Me