Dear Hillary,
These gals round here are sure difficult to fathom, well way beyond me anyhow. There’s this little one in the bar I go to, and I go there at least three or four times a week, and I’ve been seeing her a bit lately, in fact I was thinking of making her sorta permanent. Anyway, I goes in last week, like normal, in fact I was feeling pretty good and thinking about telling the little gal the good news, and you could have blown me over with a feather as she’s sitting there with this other feller, all lovey-dovey like and gives me the big ignore. I was in half minds to have it out with both of them, right there and then, but thought better about causing a ruckus and I haven’t been back there since. They’re welcome to each other, as far as I’m concerned. I’ve found another bar. What I want to know Mrs. Hillary, is they all like that over here?
Walt
Dear Walt,
Ah sez to mahself, I just doan know whether to laugh or cry at your predickerment. Are you for real? What shower you all come down in? You frequent the alleyways staffed by rental girls and then complain when the one you rented last week wasn’t there just for you, but had been rented by someone else. Not only are they welcome to each other, but you’re welcome to your other bar too. I’m sure that the girls will all be waiting in line, just for you, for those three or four times each week. Give me a break, Petal. And by the way, it is Ms. Hillary, not Mrs. Hillary.
