Passive Aggressive Letters: I Don’t Understand People!

A tradition at How To Survive Life In The Suburbs, the Passive Aggressive Letter…with Love of course.  This past weekend, my fabulous and funny blogging  friend Kyla at Mommy’s Weird, allowed me to grace her blog with my presence.  For her I created a hodge podge of some of my favourite letters that clearly explain one thing;  I do not understand people. 

Dear Tim Horton’s Customer,

At the Tim Horton’s coffee shop, there is a certain protocol one must follow.  It is quite simple really.  When you walk in the door, you go and get in line.  You line up at the BACK of the line.   You do not wave your skinny Lululemon clad ass and think this is somehow a pass to the front.  I for one am unimpressed. Okay I was a little bit impressed, but not enough to let you get your coffee before me and the 70 year old gent who held the door open for me.

Signed,

Yep, People Can Still Surprise Me

Dear Sweet Girl Helping Us Out In The Tile Store,

Yes.  You have boobs.  All girls do.  Yours do happen to be exceptionally large.  This is not something that I usually find overly distracting. Today however, I felt like a dude. I could not stop looking at your boobs!   A little advice from one babe to another. When you work in a great big cold building, and have great big boobs, and one of those boob points east and the other points west, it might be better if you put on a bra.  A good one. 

Just Sayin.

Signed

The Girl Who May Have Talked To Your Boobs.  (Sorry)

 

To see the rest of the passive aggressiveness, please pop over and say Hello to Kyla!

(She is super funny, you will want to meet her!  Please tell her I said Hello!)