Dear man at the park: I appreciate you saying "shalom" to Jackson, but I don't appreciate you blowing your cigarette smoke directly in his face and making him gag.
Dear college students: I'd rather you save your 10 F-words for AFTER my children are not around, if it's all the same to you.
Dear other college students: throwing your empty beer bottles against the wall next to the playground scared the livin' daylights out of my kid.
Dear taxi driver: WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING. You came within INCHES of running over my 2 year old today because you were checking out a girl. NOT OKAY. I'm sure you figured as much when I screamed at you. I also thought some obscenities in my head, but I figure that's better than half the neighborhood hearing it.
Dear guy at the meat counter: I know it's the Israeli way, but I still think it's rude when you sit and chat on the phone for five minutes while I'm standing there waiting for you to hand me some chicken. If we spoke the same language I would teach you about a little concept called customer service.
Dear cashier at the grocery store: you have been my favorite for a long time, but today sealed the deal. When you told me to move the cart that was abandoned in line in front of me, I wanted to hug you. When you then took their bag of onions and cucumbers out of their cart and rang it through with mine so I would qualify to get the daily deal on produce, I wanted to kiss you.
Dear owner of the abandoned grocery cart: I'm sorry you had to go back and re-bag your produce, but maybe next time you could finish your shopping BEFORE you get in line! (Crazy thought, I know.)
Dear flowers outside my apartment: you were the prettiest part of my outing today. Maybe tomorrow will be better.