Yes, it’s true. I am no friend of his. If I had been, he might’ve addressed my woes regarding my stay at the Tea Bungalow in his writings! If he could dedicate a whole issue of a weekly column to his friends’ unfortunate experience at a fast-food-coffee-joint, he could certainly write ‘A’ line, ONE SINGLE line about my horrible experience. Okay, I grant him the fact that he doesn’t know if I am not just trashing the place, he doesn’t know whether to trust me- after all there must be a million nut jobs like me, plaguing the poor guy with emails of their terrible experiences.
Just imagine Mr. S sitting en face his brand new Apple, just itching to do some quality writing. But what does he get? He gets mail after mail of crazy people like yours truly, wanting just two minutes of his time, wanting just a mention in his column, knowing- once that happens all the wrongs they have suffered will be righted.
The reality in all probability is completely different. And in this one he or his assistant just hits the delete button every time, they see a mail with the subject, “Help Me!”
Now I am sad...or just plain mad.
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