“You got this place smelling like a gas station bathroom.”
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In an open letter to the man next to me at the bar,
“How exactly did you hit my hip with your napkin? Twice.”
In an open letter to the white guy next to me trying to explain political correctness to his dining mates,
“Did you seriously just refer to Native Americans and make that noise…you know the one, gesture a headdress, AND say ‘you know, the one with the tipis’? Then, did you go into African American vs black? I’m thinking about accidentally spilling my drink on you. And I totally think you’re the silent farter.”
In an open letter to the men next to me at the bar,
“Your conversation is disturbing my reading…and I am good at ignoring background noise. And why are you talking about cavities, whether treatment can be postponed, and the spectre of extraction at an eating establishment?”
Just Taking In Some Things #2
This week, I know that I missed a bunch of the things I looked at and read. Habits take time to build, and I’m not going to elt a week of shoddy recording stop me. I know that at the end of the year, I’ll be glad that I did this. January 8 Tour a… Continue reading Just Taking In Some Things #2
In an open letter to the man with a gray beard and a cap likely places to disguise his baldness.
“Why do I overhear you talking about taking the ACT? Wait, did I just hear you say PSAT?!?”
In an open letter to the stranger who joked about buying me a roofie colada,
“So about jokes that imply rape…not my favorite.”
In an open letter to the woman who clipped me on the way into the movie,
“I’m not surprised that you’re going to see A Bad Moms Christmas. Not surprised at all.”
In an open letter to the woman eating a naked banana in two-inch chunks as she waited for her coffee,
“I could not look away. I am ashamed of this fact.”
In an open letter to man two out of three who stared directly into my crotch as I ran my Sunday errands,
“Isn’t Sunday the day of rest?”