Letters Unsent (Part I)

Dear Pollen,

I know you're going to hate to hear this, but yellow is not my favorite color. I don't appreciate coming out in the morning to find Wentworth (my lovely black car) looking like some monstrous bumblebee. I cannot park anywhere else other than the street, and given Wentworth's reputation for being hit while parked, I refuse to do that. So please fall to the east, north, or south of the tree rather than the west from now on.

Thank You,

Out Of Windshield Cleaner