Open Letters:

From Me to Some of Everyone

Tag: shopping

In an open letter to the woman who was getting too close to me at Meijer’s,

“You made my whole back side feel jumpy and uncomfortable as if you were back there staging an attack. If you hadn’t been so impatient and wanting to stand in the space where I was already standing, I wouldn’t have spent the few minutes to figure out how best to describe you when I talk […]

In an open letter to the woman who complained about her husband twice while she was working and I was a customer in her store,

“I wonder if you would have cut my fabric faster if you weren’t so determined to make your husband sound like an animal. I also wonder if you would be at home cutting your husband if you weren’t at work complaining about him. So I smiled an nodded….”

In an open letter to the woman who seemed anxious to get a divider between our orders at the grocery store,

“I understand wanting to have order in the grocery store. I’m like that, too. We’re the same! But our groceries were not the same. I don’t think that any cashier would have a hard time knowing the difference between the orders (especially with that 12 inch gap between your items and mine). You see, I […]

In an open letter to patience,

“Hey, how you doin’ over there. I was just thinking that you and  I should spend some time together, get to know each other a little bit. I know you don’t know me well, but, you see, the thing is that I need you. I need you more than I never knew. I know that […]

In an open letter to herself,

“Did you seriously run out of gin?”

In an open letter to the man swaying behind me in line, a single 6 pack on the belt,

“I believe you’re drunk.”

In an open letter to the lady at the fabric store

“I totally had to bust out the Lamaze breathing in order to cope with your copious quantities of perfume. Ma’am, you were toxic.”

In an open letter to the guy behind her in line at Meijers

” Today, I was totally perplexed by the items you put on the belt. I had seen you in the store earlier with all of that Diet Coke. I tried to ignore it. But when you were behind me in line, before I knew what was happening, I  had counted your 11 2 liters. This […]

In an open letter to the dude at the grocery store

“Come on, man. When you put your cart in the middle of the aisle, then stand beside it, no one can get by on either side. Not nice!”