Correspondence

Dear City of Montreal,

You spent a year tearing up St. Laurent street (aka the Main, the street that separates Montreal into east and west). You were "upgrading" it, widening the sidewalks, spiffing it up, creating traffic havoc and a subatantial drop in revenues for the street merchants.

Now, it's done. Finally. Honestly, I don't see that much of a difference, but there you go.

So, this week what do you do? Tear up the sidewalks on St. Laurent to upgrade the gas mains. They must have already needed upgrading last year. Why not do it then?

You are idiots. Expensive idiots, since you're using my tax dollars to do the same work twice.

You've lost my vote.

Jazz




Dear Wannabe Goth Girl,

If you want to be goth, you gotta be goth. A handbag shaped like a coffin and skull earrings do not a goth make.

You need the clothes, you need the makeup, you need the hair, you need the footware.

Otherwise you just look ridiculous. I'm sure even your parents don't take you seriously. Who are you kidding you're not a goth, you're totally preppy. Deal with it.

Just sayin'

Jazz





Dear lady at the cash register.

Once the cashier is ringing up your purchases is NOT the moment to start runnning around the store looking for items you forgot. If you've only got half a brain, please make a list of what you need. The rest of us don't have time for your stupidity.

Irritatedly and with a list,

Jazz




Dear Cashier,

You can, you know, cancel her purchases at the touch of a button and tell her to move to the back of the line when she returns. It's not that hard. Remember, it's the electronic age. Beep, and it's gone. I gotta get my ass back to work - as do most other people in line.

Impatiently,

Jazz