Dear U-Wash,
While immersed in the loving restoration of the natural glow of our 2005 Ford Focus, I reached into your wall-mounted Armor All dispenser and slit the tip of my finger. Luckily, I did not die of exsanguination or any other terms I learned from CSI. Since I lived (or the infection has not set in as of late), I would like to ask the following:
you are fucking kidding me, right?
As I possess neither the internal fortitude required to proceed with litigation nor any discernible form of health insurance, I’m going to let this one go. However, the chute in the machine where the alleged finger mangle occurred is at the eye-level of a child. If you do not want to assist me, just think about the children.
And their eyes.
Still alive,
Esther
