Letters I Won't Send 3/3

I suddenly realized that i should post these here on my blog. The miscreants I write about won't read them, so why not?

This is the latest one:
dear bible study group,

i won't return. i should have left as soon as i realized that it was organized by the same self centered biddy who brought a baby to our thursday matinee and remained, right in front of me, who could not run away, with the screaming, restless, nosy armling throughout the whole movie.

And i should not have stayed after i was left to struggle in the door unassisted --- aid only being offered as i struggled to replace the chair i had to move to get in the door

and i should have left when i suggested the door be left open for bit, in case anyone else was looking for the meeting as neighbors in the other half of the community room were partying and not in the mood to direct anyone next door.

Because no, they did not tell me the meeting was on the other side of the divider and why make finding it hard?

And i won't come back, because no one asked my name nor told me their's
only aksing if i had a bible with me and if I had a piece of paper. And yes, I came with all of that.

And i won't come back because I was not asked what i migh know or want to know

And i won't come back because we actually read next to nothing, instead only glanced at verses while the old man spoke from another place and time

And i won't come back because i dropped my bible as i packed up and in so doing lost my tiny knitting needle.

and no one called me back for it, nor picked it up and so yes it was there the next day, a white arrow on the dark floor, pointing toward the door.
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