Dear girl at the Check Out at the Market,
I don't know your name because you didn't have a name tag on and that's Ok being I'm probably not going to ever see you again. I appreciate you trying to start up a conversation with me. I know it's hard dealing with the public, I did it for over 20 years, but why oh why did you start talking to me about hamsters? Do I look like a hamster person, because I'm not. In my opinion, they are one gene away from rats. I'm not really interested in the different breeds of hamsters nor am I interested in the strange behavior of them and how you've trained them to do silly things like sit on your head. Being that I was waiting for my groceries to be bagged, you could say you had a captive audience, but I didn't know what to say to all the hamster info. What possessed you to incorporate me into the varmint talk is beyond me...OH YEAH, now I remember, you weren't talking to me, you were ignoring me and talking to the cashier behind me about your damn hamster. I'm sorry, I totally forgot I was standing in between both of you hamster aficionados. And when you told me that your beloved critter bit you once and it was OK because your boyfriend bit you on the arm in Vegas and what stays in Vegas, blah, blah, blah......that was a nice touch to your story. So, in conclusion, I hope in the future you start incorporating other topics of discussion like, Oh I don't know....the weather, latest news or maybe fashion and you might want to direct it to the person standing in front of you.....I'm just say'n!
bunny the hamster hater
P.S...I bet your little rodent friend can't do this...