This is a letter to the poor unfortunate slag who hit my car in the London Drugs parking lot and cowardly drove away.
It's your misfortune to be so thick and weak-minded. A person with any manners or brain matter would have stayed at the scene or left a note. Having said that, I'm presuming you're capable of writing. Ah well; St. Albert, the city of bored vandals. I'm lucky as I'm moving away from here. I feel sorry for the people who are unable to.
Gillian Linard, St. Albert
