Wednesday, October 8, 2008
“You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else.”
We were forced to give due credit to the fellow: he put time and effort into his project. I regret to note that we will not be requesting his services, but the important thing to remember is that he tried.
I refer to an envelope Spouse received today which, for the handwriting it bore, I was mildly curious about all the day long. I studied the refined, confident penmanship that announced our address; Spouse's name was spelled correctly, and I observed the lack of any return address. I was certain the letter was a fond greeting from somebody who knew us well.
So our collective dismay was justifiably great when Spouse tore open the mystery envelope on his return from work and extracted a single sheet, torn crudely from a newspaper, that advertised a super, staggering, could-not-miss deal at an automotive centre.
A yellow note was stuck to the page: it greeted Spouse warmly by name, like an old friend. The message read "wow, check this out!" accompanied by an indecipherable, affectionately scrawled initial- the decryption of which would have meant nothing to us anyhow, the fellow being a complete stranger and all that.
But, stranger or not, he seems to be an industrious character- he after all succeeded in the rarity of getting us to open the envelope- and we wish him all the best in his chirographic endeavours.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 7:17 PM