Letter To Memphis

I've never done this open letter thing*, but why not, eh?


Dear People Who Have Forgotten The Meaning Of "Excuse Me,"

Say you are standing in a narrow aisle. If someone comes up and says, "Excuse me," you are supposed to get the eff out of the way. You do not own the aisle. I can not, for the life of me, understand why people ignore a polite request to take a step forward or back. I say "Excuse me" if I even walk in front of someone. Get some manners and stop being so rude!

XO,
SVR


Dear Mother Nature,

My outside correspondent has reported in that it is 99 degrees outside. That is entirely unacceptable. Cool the eff off. I do understand that is is August and you are supposed to be hotter than hell, but if you are going to make me melt now, then please promise me we can have a real Fall this year. You know, actually starting to cool off in September, chilly in October and getting downright cold in November. Thank you.

XO,
SVR


Dear Corporate Companies,

Numbers do not fall on one person. Grow a backbone and fire the correct people.

XO,
SVR


Dear So You Think You Can Dance?,

Please please please please be a regular, year-round show. That is all.

XO,
SVR


Dear Petrol,

If you are cheaper, my life is a whole lot easier and more enjoyable.

XO,
SVR


Dear UK,

Contact me with an awesome music job. One where I do something like, music history research or even teach clarinet to young children. A music magazine would be hott, too. Email me!

XO,
SVR







*I don't think.