Dear Orbitz:
After finally getting an email telling me that my flights have changed, I had a wonderful time fighting your phone system -- which hung up on me five times -- so I could talk to a very nonhelpful customer service representative.
If someone had told me last week that I had to send in my tickets to be changed -- regardless of whether or not I cancel any flights -- they would have already been in the mail.
Entirely frustrated,
--Annie
Dear Biology Professor:
I really didn't want to take your final. Now that I know the highest grade on the last test was an 89%, I have a funny feeling that I'll be taking that final.
Disappointed,
--Annie
Shelly:
Please don't pull that fakey lets-be-friends shit with me. I'd rather that you just tolerate me and that I tolerate you. That's a perfectly natural way to coexist. And that way I know you won't be trying to get me to convert to The Collective.
Don't fuck with me,
--Annie
Dear Kisha:
I'm sorry. I had thought (and hoped) that things had gotten better for you, not worse.
Inadequately,
--Annie