Dear Chicago Commuters,
I respect your right to walk slowly, but please don't sway back and forth so no one can get around you. Having an umbrella does not give you the right to not look where you are going. I don't appreciate you dripping the water from your umbrella all over me. Don't carry your umbrella like an outstreched sword. That's just being selfish. Don't smoke and then stick you arm out so I have to swerve to avoid being burned by the cancerous ash. Move to the side of the escalator. Don't hit every floor if you are not going to get off in the elevator. Basically, just everyone move the fuck out of my way!
Your fellow 9 to 5er
Dear Work People,
Don't tell me to do something, and then get mad. Don't blame me for what you did wrong. Don't keep me ten minutes late so you can tell me about your non-date with your non-boyfriend. Please, just go away. I hate to work, and I am sick of being nice to you. (But no, it wasn't a horrible day....) Oh, and sometimes, I don't want to eat lunch. This does not mean you can patronize me or make fun of me. It is none of your business.
Yours for only one and a half more months
Dear People,
LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!