I was writing a snippy reply to the Easton Press customer service rep who really dropped the ball on my last order.* As I was explaining this to my significant other he asked, “Did her email have a question it in?”

“Well, no.”

“Then you don’t need to send an answer.”

I deleted my half written rant. Thank you Mr. Harmless for making the world just a little less unpleasant today.

*To be fair, one of her coworkers has since sailed in and resolved the problem beautifully. No extra charge for the mixed metaphor.