Dear ATM,
I like it when you read my debit card. While the not knowing is exciting, thanks for obliging today so that I could pay for my husband's Valentine's Day surprise. Not that I don't like talking to my favorite teller, Pebbles, but without knowing her shift schedule, it's kind of a crapshoot. Now if only you would let me withdraw $25...
Thanks anyway,
Holly
Dear Person Who Filled My Diet Coke Order at McDonald's Today,
You should give seminars on the definition of "extra ice." The amount of ice you gave me today was most definitely "extra". Thank you for that. Please tell your coworkers that when I take the cup from them and can hear three ice cubes clanking against each other, that is not "extra ice." There is nothing worse than asking for extra ice, and then getting less ice than other people get. People who did not ask for extra. (And don't you hate it when people say "there's nothing worse than..." I mean really, nothing is worse? You can't think of a single worse thing? But then again, I just used the phrase, so what can you do?)
You made my day,
Holly
Dear Living Social,
Thank you for allowing me to get all my carpets cleaned for $99. While the vague crispiness of my carpet now makes me worry it will look twice as dirty in two weeks, for now I am happy, and my new vacuuming habit may land me on an episode of "My Strange Addiction." It is so much more enjoyable to vacuum clean carpet. Kind of like how I'm more likely to clean my bathrooms if they haven't had a chance to get dirty yet.
Self-esteem in my house freshly boosted,
Holly