Dear Spammers

Do you really think that posting dozens of comments to my little dog and pony show here will actually get you something?

You suck.  That’s why I had to turn off comments.

Dear Guy Sitting Outside My Window In His Car

Thanks.

I was just sitting here thinking to myself “Gee, I really wish there was someone outside in their car playing their really, really shitty music really loudly so I could have to listen to it against my will.”

And then you pulled up.

You’re the best.  Your music, not so much.

Dear Woman at the Laundromat

It’s perfectly reasonable for you to put your clothes in a dryer, and it’s perfectly reasonable for you to put four quarters into the dryer, and it’s perfectly reasonable to ask the attendant how long the dryer will run on four quarters, and it’s perfectly reasonable for you to leave for a while when she tells you “about twenty minutes”.

But you really don’t need to tell the attendant “I’ll be back” when you leave.

No one ever thought that you might be a clothes-abandoner, here to drop all of your clothing in a dryer, drop a buck into the slot, then leave, never to be seen again.