Letters I Wish I Could Send
Dear Cars Going Down the Road I Wanted to a Make Left Turn on on Saturday:
Why are you all out running around on Saturday morning? I expect there to be traffic during the week, hence I do not attempt to make a left hand turn onto that street during the week. However, it being Saturday, I thought I could get away with it. But no. Because you were all spread so far apart that every time I thought I could either make the turn or at least get in the center lane, someone decided they needed to get in the center lane to make a left hand turn into the shopping center across the street, thus making it impossible for me to turn out of the parking lot I was in. I waited for over five minutes, which may not seem long in the grand scheme of things, but is very long when trying to just get out of a PARKING LOT when you are the first person in line. So, thanks a lot for making me have to finally turn right and go out of my way to get to where I was going.
Sincerely,
Frustrated Errand Runner
Dear Stupid Man Pulling Out of the Parking Space in Front of the Hallmark:
Sir, when you pull out of a parking space, you pull straight back and then turn your car. You DO NOT, under any circumstances, turn your car into the empty space next to you as you are pulling out. Especially if there is a car (mine) trying to zip into the parking space next to you in the short little break before the car that just turned into the parking lot makes it impossible for me to do so. And then, after you do that stupid thing and almost hit me? You do not just sit there staring at me like I need to move. YOU need to pull back into your parking space and back out STRAIGHT like normal people do and THEN turn. You might also want to put your car in reverse so people have a frigging clue what you are going to do. And one more thing, look around before you pull out and see what the cars around you are doing. Just saying.
Sincerely,
Person Wondering How Anyone Could Possibly Be That Stupid
Dear Construction Workers on the Main Street Nearest My House:
Why do you find it necessary to put a no left turn sign out so that if I wanted to turn onto the street that leads to my street (which, by the way, is the only possible way to get there from that direction unless you either a) go past it and farther down the road where you can make a U-turn or b) go through the church parking lot)? If the church parking lot hadn’t been there for me to drive through, I would have probably rolled down my window and said something rude.
Sincerely,
Driver Warning You Not to Screw with My Way Home
Dear Stupid People on the Freeway Coming Home Last Night:
When the speed limit is reduced to 55, and I’m still going almost 70, why do you find it necessary to tailgate me? We’re going SEVENTY for god’s sake. SLOW THE HELL DOWN AND BACK OFF. Or hey, go around me. I don’t care. Jerks.
Sincerely,
Mommy Who Doesn’t Like to Drive on the Freeway in the Dark with My Kid in the Car All the Way Across Town in the First Place
Dear Amazon.com:
I would say thank you for having that awesome sale the other day where some of your children’s books were only 70¢! But since you apparently ran out and aren’t going to send them to me, I can’t express my gratitude. Especially since you are sending me the non-sale book I ordered and charging me for shipping on it even though my original order qualified for free Super Saver shipping. It’s really not my fault you sold out of your merchandise, so I should not have to pay shipping because of it. So try and practice good customer service for once and take the shipping charge off the order. M’kay? Thanks.
Sincerely,
The Person Who Still Remembers that You Didn’t Get the 6th Harry Potter Book to Me on Time and Took 6 Months to Refund My Money
Edited to add: In response to my email, they did indeed agree to take the shipping charges off the order. ;)
Dear Melody:
It is not really a good idea to take one of my shoes and chew the strap off. It makes Mommy very angry. Be a good puppy and LEAVE MY SHOES ALONE.
Love,
The Person Who Makes Sure You Have Food in Your Bowl
Dear Little Girl:
I am sorry that my yelling at Melody made you so upset that you had a tantrum. But tantrums don’t solve anything. It’s a good lesson to learn now because it might keep me from killing you when you’re 14.
Love,
Mommy

















