five thousand shades of blue
Friday, January 11, 2002
Dear Ms. Bitch,
I just wanted to thank you for fixing me with the coldest, iciest stare possible after I
accidentally knocked your precious hairdrier off of the shelf in the change room at the health club. Goodness knows you certainly didn't have enough space to work with, what with taking up nearly one-half of the available counter space with your various hairdrying and curling appliances, and I was utterly in the wrong to try to put my coat on in such a manner as to impinge upon the space you are clearly entitled to. I'm so glad to see that the generosity of spirit enlivened by the terrorist attacks of September 11th and sustained throughout the holiday season have not fallen to the wayside yet. Because you know, a hairdrier is worth so much more than being kind to another human being.
Warmest regards,
Sandra
is
this just not enough…?
