Dear ChaCha,
You are normally pretty great. I mean, you tell me when my favorite restaurants close and where to find the nearest fabric store and that cats are better than dogs and that yes, Jesus is a zombie...and I really appreciate that. However, recently you failed miserably at making yourself helpful.
It was July 4th, and my date and I were staring up into the night sky in anticipation of fire works. Then, we noticed something unusual. In the northeast there was what appeared to be a planet--round and white and unmoving. It was larger than any planet we'd ever seen in the sky before. Our curiousity got the best of us, and we decided to send you a quick text message with an inquiry as to what planet this might be.
After answering a quick survey, you informed me that my answer was on its way! The excitment within us was building.
Your answer? "You are probably looking at the moon."ChaCha, really. If you knew ANYTHING about the night sky, you would know that at that time of night the moon is in the south. Also, how dare you insult our intelligence like that?! We are hurt and offended. Hurt and offended.
Please accept this letter as a notice of my unsatisfactory feelings towards you.
Thank you,
Veronica
P.S. The mysterious planet was actually a sky bouy attached to some power lines so that planes would not fly into them, as our friend Christian was so kind to point out. Perhaps we should start texting HIM for answers to all of our important spur-of-the-moment questions.
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