Dear...

People gripe about "those damned kids" all the time, picking on how teenagers dress and how they speak, and people make fun of the IM generation for their overwhelming multitasking habits. I know that. But I wish all the people who pick on the stereotypes could have met you today, a typical teenager with your pants worn down around your butt and your hair sticking out in odd angles from under your knit cap. You heard me whisper to my three year old son that I was sorry, but I only had enough money on me to buy one value meal for us to split, you heard me promise him that next week I would bring him back so he could have a Frosty. I know you heard me, because how else could anyone explain the large Frosty that appeared on my tray while I was getting napkins and a straw, and when I told the lady at the counter I didn't buy that, she said someone else did and said it was for us. But you were gone. I turned around and you had already left, and I'm pretty sure you didn't buy anything for yourself.

Your kindness touched me very much; today was just a day when I hadn't gone to the ATM and I promised my son lunch out before I stopped to check my wallet. I promise you, I will pay it forward. I'll either drop extra money into a red bucket, or buy something special for the Toys For Teens arm of Toys For Tots. But I won't forget, and I'm pretty sure my little boy won't forget the young man who made his day out with Mom just that much more fun.

Thank you,
The Mom in the Wendy's on Colonel Glenn

It's bicep, not bicept.

It's rotator cuff, not rotator cup.

It's "I've seen," not "I seen."

It's "in arrears," not "in the rears."

It's barb wire (or barbed wire), not bob wire.

It's Alzheimer's, not all timers. Or old timers.

It's fiscal, not physical.

It's abscond, not abscownd.

It's espresso, not expresso.

Thank you,

Someone who cares about the spoken word

Must you play Christmas music so soon? And do you really have to start putting the
ornaments out in July? I understand the need to set things up early in anticipation of the season but come on. Do you really sell much Christmas decorations during the summer. Please stop. You're ruining the holiday season for many of us. It makes me not want to shop. Could you at least wait until after thanksgiving to play the music. It would be much
appreciated.

Thank you

The vacuum is not going to eat you. The doorbell does not mean the house is going to explode. The toilet is not going to suck you into it. So please stop freaking out over everything and going apeshit all over the house, running so hard and fast that you're nothing but a very loud blur of ginger puff. This isn't the last place you lived and it's not the shelter. Though I may have a nervous breakdown if you shriek in terror and run up my body like you were climbing a tree again, you're safe here, I swear.

And whoever made you this way, I wish upon them a rash so bad that the rest of the world finds you too gross to be around. You sure as hell didn't deserve to have fear embedded into your soul.

Safe, I promise. No matter how spastic you are, you're safe.

Bloodied from your claws,
Your Can Opener