Dear __,
Please stop picking your teeth at the table. It's making me crazy. I know that you sometimes look around while you are jamming your wicked-witch, pointy finger to the back of your yap, and that you sometimes see me, seeing you. Yet, that doesn't make you stop.
Just excuse yourself, go into the bathroom, WASH YOUR HANDS, then pick everything out that's bothering you, then WASH YOUR hands and rejoin us. That will be most appreciated.
I do my part. I don't put seeds in the food, or chunks of black pepper. I'd serve pudding each meal if I though that would make you stop.
Just please stop. Please. Pretty please.
Thank you.
2 comments:
OK - Just STOP!!!! - I am at work, and I have my newly applied mascara strolling down my cheek, because I could not stop laughing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This comment was so hysterical - Ooh Woo!!!! - I'm dying over here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gee, I wonder who that is directed to? Hope it's not me..
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