If you've been reading these letters, then you already know that I'm doing them along with
burningeden. She is very pushy, and forced me (against my will) to take on this daily writing challenge, never mind that I'm injured and on pain medication and am also generally quite busy. She's pushy like that.
Dear Woman in Accounting,
I'm not a violent person, and I really don't hate anyone. It was very difficult to come up with someone whom I want to kick in the face, but then I ran into you in the kitchenette this morning.
Let's go over a few things:
- I know that I am on crutches.
- I know that I was on crutches last week too.
- I know that it's been a while now that I've been on crutches.
- None of those three things is amusing or entertaining to me.
- Still going to the doctor on Friday, still not your business.
- Seriously, I can't understand most of what comes out of your mouth. You remind me of the annoying, possibly intellectually disabled, Lucas's-racist-Asian-stereotype character in the Star Wars prequils.
- Somehow though, you manage to be even more annoying.
- Your cheery goodbye, which was (from what I can discern) something about being careful, not falling, or taking it slow, was not appreciated.
In summation, be glad that I only have one working leg at the moment. Although all that means is that I won't kick you in the face.
I still might smack you with a crutch.
Sincerely,
R