Dear MTA,
This morning I woke up on time for work, what can only be called a rare occurrence. Visions of coffee and bagels danced in my head as I hustled down to the G Train. Alas, twenty-five minutes, and no train. In an effort to salvage my professional reputation, I had to spend my last eleven dollars on a taxi, and as a result, have not been able to eat all day long. Therefore, you, the MTA, owe me exactly eleven dollars, or approximately two small meals. Please send payment/aliment to:
Itinerant Daughter
c/o the Guggenheim
1071 Fifth Avenue
New York, NY 10128
Regards,
ID
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