Letter to Pepperidge Farm.

I was frustrated and decided to e-mail Pepperidge Farm. They never answered. This is the letter I wrote up:

Last week I went to my local Duane Reade store and went straight for the cookie aisle with hope that the Dark Chocalate Brownie cookies with the chocolate chunks in them are somewhere on a shelf. I was very disappointed to find that the cookies weren’t there. I came back a few days later and to my deep disappointment the cookies were absent from the shelf yet again. I stomped my foot in anger and disbelief and yelled out an expletive that I choose not to say here. And yet several days later I came to Duane Reade again on my way from home and felt a twinge of hope that there may be, somewhere on one of the shelves of the store, there may be a lonely box of cookies waiting for me to bring them home. To my extreme misfortune, you can guess that the cookies were once again a no-show. So I write to you now, in hopes that you will hear my cry and plea, and deliver more cookies to the Duane Reade on the corner of Kings Highway and East 14th. (Yup, the weirdest block in Brooklyn, NY). Thank you guys once again, and I will be forever grateful to you if the next time I come to the store to find a box of cookies that I can finally buy to enjoy.

Maybe they didn’t reply because I misspelled ‘chocolate’.

Web max-whatsonmymind.blogspot.com