I have mentioned in previous blogs that CNL has a habit of going through my curbside recycling container that I leave under my carport. I first noticed this when my plastic salad containers started to show up on her front porch being used as little tiny greenhouses for her heirloom tomatoes. Whatever. But it got worse. One afternoon she had a computer question that required me to go into her house. What was on her coffee table? MY magazines!!! I'm not talking about anything dirty...but it certainly wasn't Time or People.
So today CNL was talking to me about baking in a Bundt pan. She seemed shocked that I had done it before. When she asked me my favorite type of cake to bake in a Bundt pan I responded with, "I have only made rum cake." CNL said, "Well I should have guessed that from going through your recycling bin."
I turned and walked away. Anger rushed upon me. As i was cleaning out things from the previous residence I formed the following letter in my mind. I printed it out and placed it...yes you guessed it...in my recycling bin. :)
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Dearest [CNL],
I have not said anything to you before when you admit to going through my recycling/trash mainly because it angers me to the point that I just need to walk away. Please stop. It is mine to do with what I wish. I do not need you going through my waste. There are things that I DO NOT recycle mainly because I know that you go through it. I’ve seen my magazines on your coffee table. There are magazines that I subscribe to in private and wish to dispose of in private. There are bills, and statements, photos, notes, and other personal items that I do not want you to see. Why? Because they are MINE.
I am requesting that you stop going through my recycling now and at my new address. Please excuse my means of communication; I am generally more direct than this. But more than direct…I am private. I intend to keep it that way.
All the Best,
Andrew
1 comment:
OMG. Did you really?! Was there a response of any kind? I cannot believe it; good for you!
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