open letter

dear man who kept staring at me all through lunch,

what is so bloody facinating!?!?! haven't you ever seen anyone eat a hot dog before?

seriously, it's not that exciting, you really should just be reading that book that is in your hands.

'cause, well, being watched intently while eating my hot dog (in what i had hoped was going to be in peace, in the beautiful sunshine) makes me feel a wee bit self-concious.

yours sincerely,
the woman eating the hot dog.