Please do this one thing for me. Please.
Oh friends and family, you know I love you so much, and it’s only because I know you love me that I ask you to this one thing for me. Just one.
You know that we all care about kidnapped children and army vets with arms blown off who want a postcard from each of us before he or she dies. You know that we all want information about how to avoid aids-infected hypo needles in our movie theater seats and killers who stalk women in parking lots. I also want to know how to avoid being anesthetized and having one of my kidneys removed in a hotel room.
But would you please, please check to see if your email regarding said child or killer is an urban legend before you send it off to me? It’s not that I don’t want to be alerted to problems in the world, it’s just that I’d rather get all worked up and concerned about the real problems, rather than scary or sad stories that aren’t based in fact - or that were based in fact, but the child mentioned is now thirty-five and has had a complete recovery.
It’s really easy. You can google “urban legends” and find sites that people have built to rid the world of misinformation. I like snopes.com myself.
Thank you again for your concerns about my safety and the desire to keep me informed about people I can help. If you do this one thing for me, I’ll never ask you for anything ever again. Until next time.
Love,
angelawd
Published by angelawd on September 23rd, 2007 tagged Time Plus Tragedy Equals...
September 27th, 2007 at 2:47 pm
Whoa! Congratulations!
…and i hate the dentist too.