Day 6 of letter Challenge

 (side note I'm a little mean in this letter due to the situation that had happened I'm usually very sweet and won't say anything because I'm worried about hurting peoples feelings but DON'T CALL MY HUSBAND NAMES and think you can get away with it)
 
Day 6 a letter to a stranger

Dear Rude BYU fan,
    That basketball game would have been completely different for you and your family if you would have been nice to my husband.  I know that you came to save your seats in the student section and you just put your blanket down and than left.  My husband and I were there for almost the full 2 hours of waiting for the game to start and you didn’t even have the decency to show up until a minute into the game.  So we may have moved back your blanket to where we were sitting due to the fact that you weren’t there and no one was sitting with your things to wait for the game to start.  Instead of asking us nicely to switch seats because of your son and his hurting knee instead you called my husband a prick and yelled at him telling him he didn’t have the right to touch your things.  But in all honesty if we weren’t in Utah your stuff wouldn’t of have been there when you got back to enjoy the game.  Your wife and your little boy actually got better seats because they moved to the front row and you could of moved with them instead you just had to sit and bicker the whole entire game while we enjoyed the game.  Do I feel bad that we moved your stuff? NO actually because students do save seats but they sit and wait while their friends show up they just don’t take off once their things are down.  If everyone put blankets down and than left the Marriot Center wouldn’t be busy until game time when people would return to the seats they saved.  I’m sorry that the male stubbornness had to come out and you couldn’t enjoy the game but maybe you should think about it next time before you call someone a prick not everyone is LDS in Utah you might just end up in the hospital for calling someone a prick.

Sincerely,
The people that moved your things