To the bald guy who started yelling at me in the Safeway parking lot on Mothers Day: I’m sorry, but I really don’t remember insulting you in the store. I’ve thought about the whole shopping trip, and am quite sure that I never saw you or made fun of you. Now to be honest, I did point out to my sister how oddly you were dressed. But hell, that was six weeks before you freaked out on me. Seriously, neither she nor I enjoyed your terroristic threats. I guess you’ve been carrying your anger towards me around for quite awhile now. I suppose I should keep an eye out for you. That shouldn’t be too much trouble—the last couple of times I saw you, you were wearing a basketball jersey, spandex cycling shorts, black crew socks and water shoes. I’m looking forward to being amused during our next meeting, which you promised we would have. Take care.EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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