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Aug. 28th, 2004 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsukikageDear Woman Pacing in Front of the Store,
Please stop pacing in front of the store. You keep on making me look up to see if you're a customer, and it's always you. If you are actually an undercover cop on a stake-out, couldn't you just sit in your car like a good undercover cop? If you're carrying things from one of the end of the block to the other, couldn't you get a laundry basket or something to put everything in so you can make two trips instead of fifty? If you just need some exercise, couldn't you walk down to the river and back?
In any case, my point is that you're DRIVING ME INSANE! PLEASE STOP!
Sincerely,
Nastassja Riemermann
Please stop pacing in front of the store. You keep on making me look up to see if you're a customer, and it's always you. If you are actually an undercover cop on a stake-out, couldn't you just sit in your car like a good undercover cop? If you're carrying things from one of the end of the block to the other, couldn't you get a laundry basket or something to put everything in so you can make two trips instead of fifty? If you just need some exercise, couldn't you walk down to the river and back?
In any case, my point is that you're DRIVING ME INSANE! PLEASE STOP!
Sincerely,
Nastassja Riemermann
