Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Dear Guy: An Open Letter To A Dick

Dear Guy In Line In Front Of Me At Loblaws,

When I approached the express lane, the cashier had just finished ringing you through. "Can I get a bag... for free?" you asked with a grin. 'Obviously, you cannot', I thought. 'Who the hell do you think you are? You must be joking'. And I thought you were joking, so I leaned in and joked along.