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It’s time for the second instalment of WTF Friday! This week, it’s letter time! (Idea from the fabulous Amber!)

I present to you my irks of the week!

Dear fat lady at the gym,

Seeing you awkwardly trying to quickly get nekkid and change is more horrible than seeing you change at a regular pace. There’s change rooms for a reason. If you’re shy, use them, but who cares if your boobs hang low and wobble to and fro!?

Nakedly yours,
Kara

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Dear self-scan checkout user,

It’s not the machine’s fault that you don’t know how to properly use it, nor is it mine. Follow the prompts and you won’t have any problems. No one’s forcing you to use it. And no, I won’t stand there and do it all for you, even though it would be easier and faster that way.

Your friendlyish cashier,
Kara

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Dear housing market,

Stop becoming a seller’s market.

kthnx,
Kara

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Dear dirt in my eye,

I don’t like how you and the wind team up and attack me as I walk around corners. It really hurts my eyes, and I’m than certain that the people watching me walk down the street think I’m crazy as I thrash my head around dodging dirt.

Bitterly yours,
Kara

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Dear sweet tooth,

You are the death of me. Because of you, I feel guilty for skipping the gym this week. More guilty then usual, actually.

Not so sincerely,
Kara

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Dear giggly girls at the gym,

I would like to have a nice workout without having to listen to you yammer on about some cute boy or your outfits for the following week. You’re like I’m able to drown you out with my iPod.

Your elder,
Kara

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Dear homeless crack addict,

No, you cannot have my camera so you can trade it for crack money. Nor will I take photos of you.

Get away from me,
Kara

Happy weekend ya’ll!