Just wanted to say “Thanks” to all of you who called and e-mailed to ask about just who it was that burned my biscuits. I decided to confront the situation head-on before I went home for lunch. I put all of my feelings and concerns into a letter, to be sure I left nothing out, and then hand delivered the letter.
I stood by while the individual involved read the letter. It was a heart-wrenching moment when the “biscuit burner” finished the letter. Needless to say, I got another promise (I know, I know) and I guess the sucker in me will try to believe once more.
Keep me in your thoughts.