Letters of Impatience - Part 1

I tried really hard not to get angry today. I fear that I am getting a reputation as a misanthrope.

So instead of focusing on my anger – I focused on my impatience.

Ladies and gentleman, here are my letters of impatience (part 1).

Dear lady getting two cups of coffee and taking up a bunch of space at Union Market,

The coffee is not wine. Stop tasting it and scurry along. It all comes out pee anyway.

Love,

Sarah

Dear “great thinkers and planners” in charge of the tests that I have to grade next week,

Queens is not convenient to anyone. Oh, and way to get out of paying people per session by pulling teachers out of the classroom for a week without option. You harp on consistency yet cause inconsistency. My students will suffer. Thanks.

Love,

Sarah

 Dear common sense,

Do you just stay away from Brooklyn, New York? Is it the smell? The garbage? Or the accent?

Love

Sarah

Dear lady in the Stephen Hawking mobile at Rite-Aid,

Move.

Love,

Sarah

Dear stupid woman that crowded behind me at a store while I was trying to pay,

I wish Mike was here to crop dust you.

Love,

Sarah

Dear Colin Cowherd,

You are an idiot.

Love,

Sarah

Dear Anonymous Pooper at work,

You forgot to flush. My last image of work was a floater. I may start using the student bathroom and risk urinating in a cigarette smoke cloud with teenage noise pollution. 

Love,

Sarah