What she wrote. What I read.

My husband and I were at an antique store and I found a postcard that was mailed 18 June 1918 from the Strand Palace Hotel in London.  I am kicking and bitch slapping myself now for not having scanned the postcard, but there are times when I can't always be perfect.

We bought the postcard and I decided to mail it to the General Manager of the Hotel.  I thought it was the coolest thing eva'!!

On Monday I received this email:

Dear Mr and Mrs Nubian,

Thank you very much for your letter dated the 18^th September 2010. It was a pleasure to see this past picture of The Writing Room at the Strand Palace Hotel from the year 1918.

As you can imagine, over the years the hotel has received a lot of memorabilia regarding its history, but it is always a delight to receive new pictures and postcards.

The hotel has undergone a lot of changes since it was first opened. Currently we are completing a great refurbishment of our bedrooms, starting on the last floor of the 9 floors this coming Friday, 1^st October. Once completed, the refurbishment will put a modern twist on this mature established building.

Kind regards,

Personal Assistant to the General Manager
Strand Palace Hotel

This is what I read:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Nubian:

Bloody hell not another piece of memorabilia bollocks.  We are constantly getting this rubbish and now have a basement full of this shit.  We are trying to change our image and we are now modern, get it, we are going modern. 

Thank you,

Ms.Assistant to the General Manager as he is too bloody busy to respond personally.

or maybe it is because I received this as well:

Dear Mrs. Nubian:

Thank you for submitting the application for the job of chief bottle washer and dog walker and poop picker upper.  We received an overwhelming response and at this time you are not invited to be a part of the interview pool.

Thank you