In the spirit of the season, I have a little story to share with you. It happened about a year ago, and I had kind of forgotten about it, until I rediscovered the following letters:
Letter #1
December 26, 2011
Dear guy who shelves books at the library,
By now you probably think I’m a stalker,
or a creep at the very least, since you caught me looking at you for a rather
extended period of time, trying to figure out where I knew you from. Then, of course, we had to see you at a
completely different store within a half hour.
Please believe me when I say that it was completely accidental. If I had been trying to follow you, I wouldn’t
have looked for you in the make-up section.
Sincerely,
All
I wanted was nail polish.
Letter #2
December
29, 2011
Dear
guy who shelves books and also picks up litter in the library’s parking lot,
I never expected to have to write you
another letter. Actually, I’m hoping
that you didn’t see me at all today. However,
in case you did, I can explain. You see,
the only internet we have at our house is dial-up, which is s…….l……o……w…….. My mom and I were in the parking lot today,
not to watch you as you picked up trash, but to use the internet on our
portable devices.
Sincerely,
I
just wanted to check my notifications. Seriously.
