Dear Mr. "Fire & Life Safety Plans Examiner" at the city Planning Department,
You're breaking my heart. Day after day, I sit by the phone, waiting for you to call me back, but you never do. Each time the phone rings, my heart skips a beat, and I think to myself, “Is it him?”
But it never is.
I leave messages on your machine, you never seem to pick up the phone. I even visited your office today, I was told you would be there. I waited in the lobby for two hours, but you never came. One of your coworkers had me write a note, and told me that she would leave it on your desk.
But I still haven't heard from you.
It's been a little over a month since I first tried to reach you. Each day that passes without hearing from you, my hope fades, and the world seems a little less alive and the sky a little less blue. Tear my heart to shreds, and throw my hopes to the wind if you must, but just let me know one way or another. The big football game is on Saturday, and I am going to lose out on $4000 if I can't get my temporary event parking permit approved by then.
You're ripping me apart.