White jeep! You were behind me in line at the post office on Sprague 10/27 at about 4:15 pm. You: very tall, 6'5, dark skin, athletic, white jeep with a Jackson Hole bumper sticker. Me: 5'9, light brown/blonde hair, glasses, also athletic. Waited in my car, but missed another chance to say hello. Redeem myself over coffee? Coffeeplz17@gmail.com
Valley STCU To the bank teller at STCU in the Valley on Sprague... You are absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. We made eye contact a couple times and exchanged smiles while I was in line and then my dreams came true... I got to be your customer. We agreed that we both don't like Halloween and Christmas is better. I see you every other Friday and would love to see you much more. I hope you see this or someone you work with shows you... I would love to talk to you more.
Idle love I saw you on the Maple Street bridge caught in traffic. The way your manly hands pounded at your steering wheel attracted my attention. You tossed your head back and bellowed your angst. I joined your song. My hands pummeled my own steering wheel. I look for you now blue Toyota. I drive a grey Ford minivan. Next time let us lock eyes, roll down our windows, and scream our wrath together. Thank you road diet. Thank you City Council, you matchmakers you.
Coffee connection I saw you at the Starbucks on Sharp earlier this week. You were sipping a venti outside and the fall sunshine picked up hues of red and gold in your curls. You and I stole several glances and your dimply smile made me weak at the knees. I was the blonde in the EWU sweatshirt. Can I buy you a beverage next time? Maybe a stroll around campus?
To the gentleman at the HiCo gas station on Division & Cataldo Thank U for standing by me on October 24, while I put air in my tires I appreciated that, again thank u.
Near Safeway on 29th You were behind me in line at Safeway and undoubtedly saw my bag break in the crosswalk as I was heading for the bus home. You kindly stopped and offered me a ride, but I was headed way across town and would have felt awful imposing like that. Still, even stopping to offer a helping hand made me feel much better, and I wanted to offer you my heartfelt gratitude! Thanks!
Cheers for Kevin Griffin To Kevin Griffin, you are a great lawyer and you changed my mind about what a Public Defender could be, appreciate you for giving a d@#$, caring about your clients and the law.
Pumpkin Patch Hero Babe, I AM SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU IN MY LIFE. Thank YOU for being a constant pillar of patience and strength in my life. It was so obvious to everyone at the patch last week that I was so very LUCKY. Spending that afternoon out there with you and the kids is something I wont forget. It was endlessly beautiful and when you replied to my suggestion with a 'I had already had that thought' it took my breath away. I love you more.
Coat Karma To the person who left the Blind Buck with my long, black, wool DKNY coat, on Saturday the 29th: Cheers! I'm sure it was completely accidental that you ended up leaving with my coat, which also carried the keys to my life. Please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org for your positive coat karma — it's a real thing! And if good karma isn't enough incentive, my wiccan friend has agreed to cast a spell on the coat (It's never a good idea to piss off a witch during Halloween).
Re: How rude In the fast food restaurant that I work at the managers also treat us like garbage. It's never right for anybody to treat anyone like that. But some people think it's ok because it gives them a thrill. It always makes me sad for all the other poor people that are treated like that
SNAP and homeless I don't know why homeless advocates think most people aren't tolerant of the homeless population. Most of us at least say hi and smile. I think what we don't get is why any human being would s*** on the sidewalk. Especially in front of a business. Plus leave garbage? Seems there is somewhere to dump both. I'm glad to support others but can't they do their part? Sorry for the lack of PC.
Bad Old Advice Amy Alkon's advice column was totally relevant ... in 1989. "Men are from mars and want busty blondes. Women are from venus and just want free dinners, diamonds and money!" Yeah, yeah ... yawn. Her tired old commenting on the tired ol' dominant binary is so over. Find someone more open minded and relevant like Dan Savage.
Absent Any Moral Conscience I was taken for a ride today, or rather gave a ride to a young man, maybe early 20's, thin, black hair and unshaven, unkempt, tattoos on both forearms, and wearing his pants "prison style," who had or pretended to have cerebral palsy, with the defined gait. He hit me up for a ride in front of Winco in north Spokane, saying he had to get to the Walmart on Wellesley. His story was that he had driven from Tacoma to his end-of-season wheelchair basketball tournament, but that the transmission went out on his car there by Winco and "they" towed it away. He acted tired and emotional, even crying and apologizing. I agreed to take him to Wellesley. On the way there, he borrowed my phone to call a friend in Moses Lake (he said) to come get him at that Walmart. He said they agreed if he would give them $40 for gas. He was planning to panhandle at Walmart. He also called his mother, he said, who was in the hospital having surgery today but only got voicemail. He sounded so sincere on both calls that, like the sucker I apparently am, not only did I give him a 6-mile ride, I bought him a meal at McDonald's and gave him the $40. We chatted a bit more. He had a long and detailed story but his story was too perfect and my BS meter wasn't working. After I got home, I checked my phone and the numbers he dialed for "his mother" and his Moses Lake "friend" were only one digit apart. What a dope. And another lost soul.
An Open Letter to the Judgmental Lady in the Trader Joe's Parking Lot The trip to the market was pretty awful even without your judgy comment. But I have to ask you, in all honesty, did you really think I wanted my kid to be barefoot in the Trader Joe's parking lot when it was 50 degrees outside? Really? And did you not notice me trying to coax her to do anything — literally anything — I asked without tears and screams and a full-out tantrum? No? You didn't notice the screaming? Well to fill you in, I was already having a pretty awful time with a child who refused to put her shoes on, refused to enter the store and was inconsolably crying. And I think your comment about how she wasn't wearing any shoes, and your judgmental glare, OMG that was SO. TOTALLY. HELPFUL.... <-- please read my sarcasm. So next time you see a mom struggling, could you pause, if only for a moment and put yourself in her shoes and realize that she is doing the best she possibly can in a world that isn't designed with kids in mind. Being a mom is the hardest job there is. We don't ask for the public tantrums. And we are judged if they scream and we are judged if we scold them. So next time please, please, have some compassion for that tired, struggling mom in the Trader Joe's parking lot. ♦