Letters to Strangers

a salute to those who leave a mark

Dear Maniac Who Threw a Danish at Our Honda,

I’m sitting in the parking lot at Wegmans, waiting for my husband, enjoying “House at Pooh Corner” on our new car’s beautiful stereo. That’s when you attack our Accord with a Danish. Really! You throw a Danish with such force it’s as if an apple core is exploding on the hood.

I whip my head around to see you get into another car a few spaces away. My husband returns, and (at my request) pretends to note your license plate. He gently brushes off the debris from the shimmery, still perfect finish on the Honda and confirms nothing bad happened.

But what the f---?

xoxo

The Woman Who Will Never Understand This Moment for as Long as She Lives