“Whew! That took awhile. You gave me the chance to have a whole eyeball conversation with the other black lady in line. For that, I thank you.”
Tag: open letters
In an open letter to the man who stared at my chest as if it were a Magic Eye poster,
“Sir, you were pushing what appeared to be a very heavy cart. You put everyone’s toes in jeopardy. Be better.”
In an open letter to her son’s high school principal,
“The correct verb tense for the facilitation of bus service in the district should have been ‘run’ not ‘ran.’ You might think about running your long-winded phone bulletins by one of the English teachers.”
In an open letter to this pregnancy,
“I never knew that despite my love for food and cooking, I only ever want to eat a certain amount of times per day. I am tired of snacks. Now excuse me while I eat this apple and granola bar.”
In an open letter to the woman with a dog blocking access to the set of stairs that leads to the coffee shop,
“Are you intentionally positioned for maximum sprawl? The purse, the stretching out, you look like you’ve mistaken this area for the beach. Oh, I stand corrected as you bring your unleashed dog into the coffee shop….”
In an open letter to the man who tried to beat me into the tire center,
“We both know I was here first. Also, I knew you were going to do that; I could sense it.”
In an open letter to the women’s restroom in the Boston Logan airport,
“Well, okay. All of the human smells. One bathroom. With soothing music in the bathroom. Okay.”
In an open letter to racial stereotypes,
“So, if you’re going to be a thing, can you work in my favor sometimes? For example, the stereotype of black women are super intimidating/scary should stop people from letting their children virtually crawl on me in public spaces. If I sneeze, this little girl next to me is going to get the full force […]
In an open letter to the man who took his boots on in order to slip into some sandals,
“Your pacing is freaking me out. Also, why do you pace away from your things and then stand directly in front of me for a pause?”
I an open letter to my neighbors at gate D17,
“No headphones, eh?”