To the stranger who shared an elevator with me earlier today,
When the doors closed and you opened your purse, I seriously thought you might have been looking for a knife. You said "Hello," but you may as well have said "Heeeelloooo." I was that freaked out.
I have never been so glad to hear the monotone voice announcing my stop.
To the stranger(s) who took my forty dollars from the self-checkout machine when I forgot to,
I was three minutes late, jeez. And fuck you. But fuck me, too, for being such a monumental dunce.
But if you were, as I hope you were, the couple I saw handing bills to the aged amputee outside the CVS, then alright. I can sleep tonight.
Sincerely,
A terrified, pissed off, but cheerful stranger
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Month of L
RandomIn my Month of L, I will be writing a letter for thirty days to 30 different people: family, friends, strangers, and future whatevers. Well, dang, that's really it.
