Friday

Because I'm still in the letter writing mood...


Dear Panhandler,

It might not be a good idea to sit there on that corner of the Walmart parking lot, with a sign begging for change because you're homeless and starving, with your $1300 Trek bike right there for the whole world to see.

Just sayin'...


Dear Max and Buddah,

Look, the store didn't have your regular dry food and we had this free sample bag in the pantry...you obviously love it, but don't get used to it. And cripes, stop making those grunting and snorting sounds while you eat. It's very disturbing.


Dear Holiday Shoppers,

Slow down. Enjoy it. The world will not stop if you don't find that PS3 for junior. But your heart might, if you don't take a deep breath and a step back.

Sincerely,
Me

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