Thanks so much for thinking you have any right to make rude comments concerning how I was dressed today at Sears (I just wanted some cups). Especially looking at the complete and utter garbage you were wearing. I really appreciated how you loudly spoke about how "ridiculous" I looked, all while pretending that you were trying to keep your voice down, and yet looking around to make sure everyone heard you. And the fact that I wear black, just so you know, doesn't mean "doom and gloom", it means I wear black. And as for "what's wrong with me?", let me tell you: people like yourself whom feel the need to make comments where they aren't needed, about things/people you know nothing about. And that has nothing to do with my choice of clothes, that's due to your stupidity. I'm sorry that everyone looked at you like you were a lunatic after your imature outburst, truly. I'm also sorry that your moronic husband was looking at me in a way he probably hasn't at you in decades. But let's be fair, you've REALLY let yourself go, oui? I'm also sorry, that my "cheap, ugly watch" is actually an insanely cute Betsey Johnson bow watch, and is a massive delight compared with the Wal-Mart peice of trash you choose to wear in public. And while we're on your wardrobe, I really don't feel it appropriate for anyone wearing a polyester track suit in orange and brown to be commenting on my style of dress. Also, please note: Your outdated broan shadow with it's matching brown lipstick and dark brown lip liner does NOTHING for your old lady decaying skin tone (Which, by the way, sorry you are past your prime, sorry your looks have faded, sorry you have let yourself go, sorry you feel the need to take it out on me).
Dear Old (ugly, rude, tasteless, classless, style-less,and vile) Lady,