To the lawyer who sent me the letter stating I have 10 million dollars, and I just need to put in a claim.
If you’ll kindly check your calendar, you’ll see that I wasn’t born yesterday.
I haven't just fallen off a turnip truck, assuming there are trucks specifically designated for turnips.
My height is proportional to my weight, so there is no need to pull my leg.
If, however, you send me $123.00 for handling and postage, I will forward
to you a written statement authorizing you to accept the 10 million on my
behalf and spend it however you want.
Respectfully Yours
Rita Book
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