Dear Lady at WalMart:
::::Big Sigh:::: How many times must I say it? You look positively puerile walking around, talking loudly on your cell phone, subjecting those even two aisles away to your personal pollution.
No wonder you left the ‘hood. It’s never a good idea to leave burning leaves and twigs in your back yard, while you go jack around in your front yard. That’s how you burn down your next-door-neighbor’s privacy fence. I think there was a reason for that fence…
Dear Master Procrastinator.
Thy name is Margaret. Must you always wait until the last minute for everything?
Didn’t I just start you last Monday? And the Monday before? What happened? Oh, yeah. Lunch. Well, not this week.
Dear Jack’s Breakfast Crew:
I passed you right up and didn’t even glance your way today. I do hope y’all survive this week without me; it’ll be tough I know.
Dear Jack’s Sweet Tea:
I’m gonna miss you most of all.
Please remember our very important request for tomorrow. We are trusting You to take care of the problem…whatever the outcome, we know You will be with us.
Me: Did you know that before the great flood of Noah’s day, it had never rained on the earth?Ole Boy: Musta been one heck of a drought in this part of the world.