Open Letters:

From Me to Some of Everyone

Tag: waiting

In an open letter to the woman I’ve named Grandma Maggie who appeared to be trying to redeem a stack of expired coupons,

“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.”

In an open letter to the woman I’ve named Grandma Maggie who appeared to be trying to redeem a stack of expired coupons,

“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.”

In an open letter to the man who continues his loud conversation in the waiting room,

“While you’re surprised that Planet Fitness, does not offer a sauna, this is not surprising. Also, saying, ‘Asking big girl who has one isn’t an option,’ just wasn’t nice. And just who are you talking to, asking her whether she’s paying her car note today? For a man who divulged that he’s only going to […]

In an open letter to the man in the waiting room who is now talking about someone’s money situation,

“While you might not be able to understand how someone goes ‘from having a problem to not having a problem,’ so fast, I can think of a number of ways that can happen. Also, you’re never going to convince a woman who’s giving her child money that she shouldn’t if that’s what she thinks needs to […]

In an open letter to the men in the waiting room at the car dealership,

“You just reminded me that I find it uncomfortable to use a waiting room when I am the only female. This is exacerbated when y’all are yawning, laughing, leaning, and having conversations louder than the loud TV.”

In an open letter to the future,

“Please do not place me in a pediatric dentist’s waiting room wearing a spaghetti-strapped cami over unrestrained breasts that are resting on my belly–the word “diva” barely legible as it tries to hide on the breast-belly collision. Thanks for considering!”

In an open letter to her hair,

“Just how long will I have to sit under this dryer? I appreciate your thickness, but dude…”

In an open letter to the man behind her in line

“…I know we all have our differing ideas on personal space, but, sir, I seriously wondered whether you were a pick-pocket you were standing so close. When I did the conspicuous inch away, you inched with me. Are you related to the guy in the takeout place last week who was so close I thought […]