Dear Postmaster General,
Hi. How are you? Thank you for bringing me coupons to cool stores and forwarding my mail when I move. This letter is not just a thank you note, but written so I could ask a few questions. Did you put up a camera in my office and record the last 5 months of frustration I have experienced at work? Did you rig my printer to jam when I had to send out a huge mailing last week? Do you know my boss, "Awhhhhhhh Freak Out", I mean, John? Or for that matter, my other boss, P. Head? Maybe you learned that SLF has changed his mind for the 5 billionth time about obtaining CME credit for his precious Anniversary event, which will cause me a lot, LOT LOT of work. Have you been tape recording the conversations Bart and I have on our way home from work wherein I tell him about my day? Or maybe you have just been doing a little snooping through my emails to my mom? Forgive me for asking, but I have to know how on earth you would know that I might need the following brochure:
Playing in the Sun (June 2015)
10 years ago