Dear sexy gay man in the Northgate parking lot: I was having an awful day. I had just gotten into a fight with my boyfriend, was damn near close to suicide when we pulled in. I was ready to tackle the world when I opened my door and glared at you as you pulled in next to me. I bet I gave you the death stare. I am sorry, I literally wanted to kill myself at that moment. As I was pulling out the stroller so my kid could go see Santa you walked past and gave me a look that could kill the devil. I still being a bitch muttered "dick" under my breath. You stopped and asked "What did you say?" and I told you to get the fuck away from me and you said fuck off. What I meant to say was Merry Christmas and I hope you have a good day.