Letter Of Intent

Dear Hershey company;

Long have I been a loyal customer of yours. In fact, my children's very first peanut products were off your shelves. But this Easter season, you have let me down. You are supposed to be a family company, I mean after all, you make CANDY! But what did I find on the store shelves this year? DRUGS. Drugs cleverly disguised as peanut butter eggs.

Have you any idea how hard it will be on me as the bags slowly empty? I demand full restitution. I will, of course, have to attend some kind of drug rehabilitation. This means time away from my family, along with the never ending laundry piles.

Why oh why did I have to find your eggs on the shelves this spring? What devil made me toss them in the cart thinking, "Hell, lets give 'em a try"? Now I am down to my last three eggs. And I know that when I try in desperation to go buy more they will be gone. Seasonal items. They are addicting.

Sincerely, Bluepaintred

Pee ess: How long until next Easter?