Dear two month old red Cannondale R700
I'm so very sorry for not being more careful when I propped you up against my back railing tonight. I was in a hurry to get to my group ride and I didn't see you sliding down while I was locking the door. Believe me when I say that it hurt me more than it hurt you when I saw that you got a half-inch dent in your top tube. I had to hold back the tears.
I understand that you were still smarting from that blow when two hours later you dumped me off at a stop sign in front of fifteen other riders whom I barely know, and left me with a bloody knee.
I hope this means we're even now and we can resume our happy relationship.
Sincerely,
Kate:o
Dear Contractor: it's me again
Dear Contractor,
The last effing Ice Age moved faster than this house project is going. I'M JUST SAYIN'.