Letters

I grew up with my parents ending certain conversations with one of these statements:

"I'm gonna write them a letter!"

"You oughta write them a letter..."

"I may just write them a letter..."

Those letters may have had the purpose of expressing frustrations or praise. I'm not sure how often they actually followed through with their intentions...but it still became ingrained in my brain.

Do you remember my post titled, "Just Shoot Me" ? You know...the one about how I returned video rentals to the wrong video rental store. Well, I was so frustrated with myself, but also so pleased with my blog version of the story...that I decided to ask for some grace.

I printed my blog post and added an explanation and plea, saying it was an innocent mistake and how I would be so pleased if they would remove any fees involved. I folded the letter and placed it in their return slot.

Then a month or so passed. I forgot about the letter.

We visited the above mentioned store on Friday evening and when I reached the check-out desk, she read a note on my account. It said that since I had gone to all that effort to write them, they had removed my late fees. Yay - it paid off! And don't you know I will rent from them again and again...so hopefully it paid off for them too. That is why I remain a local video store renter and not a netflix, cable, or red box user. I really am a dinosaur in that area...and I have a whole blog post composed in my head about that subject completely.

Well anyways, I made ground a little bit financially with my letter in that situation, but my pregnant brain continues to do damage. I received my first speeding ticket on my way to McCall a few weeks ago. So now I'm up 5 or 6 bucks at the video rental store and in the red 300.00 for speeding.

Maybe another letter is the remedy? Or maybe I'll just pay up and know I learned a good lesson.