Dear people who make parks: I would like you to build in my neighbourhood a park with a soft ground that doesn't consist of sand or wood chips, swings that push themselves, two of everything so my girls don't fight, slides that don't get hot in the sun, a comfortable chair for me, and clean washrooms. And a Starbucks. And no bugs. Thank you.
Dear people who make car seats: As part of your testing, I think you should have a 4 year old throw up multiple times while strapped in, then take the car seat out and try and clean it. If it's easier to buy a new car seat than it is to clean the car seat, you need to go back to the drawing board...
Dear coffee shops: If I roll through your drive thru and ask for a buttered bagel, then please give me a buttered bagel, not a bagel with butter packets and a knife. It's a pretty safe bet that if I'm going through your drive thru, then I'm in my car, not my kitchen. And I'm sure Oprah would agree that buttering a bagel while driving is a no no.
Dear companies who compile e-mail lists: If I unsubscribe to your e-mail list, don't send me an e-mail confirming that I have unsubscribed to your e-mail list. My unsubscribing from your e-mail list means I don't want e-mails from you. Not sending me e-mails would be confirmation that I have unsubscribed from your e-mail list. Thank you.
Dear teenagers who sat at the table next to ours at East Side Mario's tonight, and spent the whole time on their phones. When I was your age, I used to go up to my bedroom to talk on the phone, and I went out for dinner with my friends to spend time with them. You should try it! I know it's a bit old school, but...I think you'll like it.
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