True Story

     We've officially reached one of the most reflective times of year.  Christmas is over, and we're preparing to usher in another year.
     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.