Tender Loving Stuff
2 Haul Away Blvd.
On the Lane
Dear Ghetto Blaster:
Please accept my apologies for deserting you. I cannot help but think that you have noticed me walking around with my iPod plugged in my ears, or heard that its dock sits on the wall unit shelf that used to be yours. I am sorry if the news arrived in the basement from somebody else. I do admit that it was my responsibility to send this apology at a much earlier date.
In my defense, I do feel obliged to explain the iPod was not even my idea. It was a freebee with my MacBook. You probably gathered from my recent whining that the laptop is already so old the extended warranty has expired.
Recently I found an old tape labeled with my grandmother’s name. I remember that my sister gave me the copy of a conversation recorded shortly before my grandmother died. At the time I got it, my old tape machine was broken. I forgot about it by the time I got you. Needless to say, my iPod is useless in this case, and I really require your help. I do hope you are still working and willing to cooperate.
I look forward to working with you again.
P.S. Please do not think that I am apologizing just because I need you one last time. The earplugs bother my ears, and you never could. I miss you.
P.P.S. 2017 It might give a chuckle to know that the Clock CD Player that replaced you is now broken and I’m entirely dependent on downloads for music.