Dear drunk guy at the concert who was yelling so loud and at such inappropriate times that you actually distracted the singer and made him start a verse over again, then chatted through all the songs so that everyone else was distracted too,

I hope you woke up this morning with a screaming headache, remembering everything, and were mortified at your behavior.



Dear driving instructor who buzzed me on Saturday,

I hope you heard and understood what I said when I caught up with you at a stoplight and hollered, "Teach them about safe passing distance, okay, thanks." I just wish I'd paid closer attention to what school you work for so I could have reported you, but I was really trying hard to be polite and educate you.