To Whom It May Concern:

This letter is in direct regards to my shopping venture last Friday. You know, the day of the big snow storm. Yes, I realize that I should have not gone out with such weather expected, but I am not an idiot and know how to drive in bad weather.

First of all I'd like to address the Diaper Deck situation. I recognize that providing facilities for patrons is a privilege and I certainly appreciate it. And I love even more when your facilities have facilities upon which to change my little one's diaper. But what is up with not providing a garbage can near the diaper changing area? What is your line of reasoning on this? What, exactly, do you wish for me to do with a diaper full of stink? Because it takes two hands to properly put a diaper on a child, and that leaves exactly zero hands to hold a used diaper. Is there protocol I should follow that I'm missing? Because if you think that I should roll that diaper up and walk to the other end of the restroom to throw it away while my child is laying on the Diaper Deck unattended, you have another thought coming. So please do not complain if I have to lay/drop that stink on the floor and it leaks a little. Trust me, I do not plan for my child to take a dump in your establishment, but in the event that it happens I would appreciate having a trash can to dispose of it in. And placing it near the diaper changing area would just seem to make all kinds of sense.

And to all you people out there that are afraid to drive in bad weather - stay home. It's that simple. I understand that you have to get home from work, and if that is the case you've a right to be on the road. But for the love of all that is holy, when there are 27 cars behind you and your maximum speed within a 20 minute span is 15 mph, please pull over and let us pass. The accidents that you are obviously terrified of? Are caused by idiots like you who creep up hills and do not allow us to get momentum enough to grip the road. You are just lucky that we managed not to have an accident due to your slow driving or so help me, I would have run up to your still-moving car and pummelled you. We were ever so grateful when you turned off on another road and left us a clear path to home. We traveled at the breakneck speed of 40 mph in such horrendous conditions and never once did we slip, slide or skid. Tomorrow? Stay home.

But to the poor man in the white car who could not for love or money keep it from veering into the ditch every 174 yards, I'm glad for your sake that you pulled into the nearest convenience store. This may have been to change your pants, but I'm glad you at least made it there safely. You should probably get a new set of tires.

Sincerely,

The Driver In The Compact Car With The 5 Year Old Who's Not Potty Trained