My husband has banned me from Amazon. Not for shopping. For reading book reviews. Specifically, my book reviews. I wrote a book and because it was about kindness, I assumed everyone would love it. So when someone left me a two-star review, I cried. Seriously, stupid I know, but I boo-hooed for almost two days. One day for each star. The review wasn't even all that bad. Wanna see it? Of course you do. Here you go:
When I was in kindergarten, we had a whole lesson about what to do when you find a lost wallet. We acted out make-believe scenarios in which one of us would be the person who drops the wallet, one would be the person who finds it and another would be the officer at the police station. Funny, we never talked about taking it to the front counter of a store or leaving at the reception desk. We always took it straight to the police station.