Letters Of Intent

Dear Cop That Ran The Red Light,

I saw you. Yep. I saw you. In broad daylight, plain as day, run that very very RED light. Your lights weren't flashing and your siren wasn't blaring. Not on a high speed chase, not off to save a kitten from the top of a tree, not to help a child out of a burning building, not even to pull over a reckless driver. Nope.... to pull into Chick-Fil-A for lunch. You sicken me. You used your power to beat the lunch crowd. Wow. Nice job. If I could give you a ticket, I would. I hope you enjoyed that chicken sandwich. Honestly, I hope it was cold and nasty. I hope your sweet tea was sour. Oh, you got a Coke, well I hope it was flat! I hope they forget to give you napkins and a straw. I hope you got ketchup all over yourself when you opened it to for your (hopefully) cold, over salted fries. Next time you run a red light I hope it is to save an old lady from a mugger... not to grab a bite to eat. I'm watching. And young people are watching... make better choices and set a better example. I expect my children to learn positive traits from a cop.

Sincerely,

The Woman Who Wants To Do A Citizens Arrest








Dear Infection That Took Uncle Larry,

I don't say this often... I hate you.



Sincerely,

A Grieving Woman