All right, so this has gone on long enough.
I’m positive the rest of my preview card was stolen, and nobody will fess up. Every time I ask someone, they just pretend like they don’t know what I’m talking about. Then I see them huddled together in the corner of the room laughing together.
Yeah, I see you! It’s not funny anymore!
How do I know they’re full of it? Easy: When I woke up this morning, someone had left me another piece.
Until I figure out what’s going on, this is basically all for naught.
If these people really want to see unstable, they’re going to get it.
Look, I’m going to close my eyes and count to ten. Just put my card down in front of me and walk away. No questions asked. I won’t get mad. I won’t hold a grudge. Some day you can confess and we can just laugh it off. Really, I’m not mad. I promise.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
…
Seven, six, five, four, three, two…
One…
I’m not mad. I’m not mad. Really, I’m not.
…
Where is the rest of my preview card?!