Despite the unmistakable look of desperation scrawled upon my doughy-white face, my plea garnered no notice.
Or so I thought.
Early last week, upon my return home from a long day at PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT, I folded back the door of my mailbox and a package tumbled out.
Although I didn't recognize the package's return address, I tore it open anyway and discovered, much to my jollity, a brand new Flat Screen Lite-Brite.
Curious as to who would send me such an extraordinary goodie, I dug to the bottom of the package and found my answer.