Dear Guy

Dear (Extremely) Creepy Guy,

You...are extremely creepy. I wish you would just go away and never speak to me again. You give me the heebie jeebies. It used to bother me that you knew what kind of vehicle I drove. Now that I have a new one, I hope you haven't caught on, yet. I realize this town is small, but I don't know you like that...you shouldn't know me.

[No]Looove,
Kimmie.

P.S. You don't have to lean down and stick your face in the speaker to talk to me through the drive through. That just makes you look like a ruhtard. (...but if the shoe fits...)