◦ Memo to the jerk in the ugly brown coat who slammed the door in my face at the post office this morning. You sir, are an asshole. No matter what sort of day you were having, not holding the door for the woman who is right behind you carrying three boxes and two bags full of packages is just rude. And I know you saw me.
◦ Memo to the two cops sitting in the median on 270 with their lights on for no apparent reason. Way to screw up traffic, guys. You added 25 minutes to my commute this morning.
◦ Memo to the guy who held the elevator for me when I got to the office. Thanks for making up for the first two items on this list.
◦ Memo to self: No you can’t call into work because you’re feeling bitchy as opposed to calling in sick. Damn work ethic.
◦ Memo to everyone: This piece by Anna Quindlen in Newsweek says everything I want to say about the Iraq war and why wanting to bring our troops home is supporting them, only more eloquently and forcefully than it would turn out if I wrote it.
◦ Memo to the food genie: I want nachos and cheese fries with ranch dressing and chocolate cake. And Indian food. Please make that happen.
What memo would you like to send?
If you find that genie, ask him to give us back our brilliantly wonderful Indian place that closed a while back. Sadness.
I would totally back you on the calling in to work "bitchy" as being a legit illness
my memo?
to boss: while you were sunning yourself with your 24 years younger than you girlfriend I was at the beck and call of the Commission's auditors and yes, I cancelled my own scheduled mini-vaca in order to do it. bite me