Oh no! What do I do now?

So you know how I’ve been writing angsty emails about children’s birthday parties?  I’ve mentioned several places by name, one of them more than once.  Well, I’d not given  it any more thought since the last birthday ended in a non-event.

Today I signed on to write you an absolutely hysterical blog that involves The Bandit, The Four Toddlers of The Apocalypse, a sleep over, girl scout cookies and my obsessive compulsive issues with M&Ms.  I’ll write it up tomorrow.  You can keep that little preview to sustain you until then. 

Instead, when I logged in I saw that I had a comment that needed to be moderated.  I fully expected to find either a comment written solely in Russian, or a penis enhancement drug pitch, or some other obnoxious bit of spam.  None of those is what was awaiting me. 

There was a comment from Peter Piper Pizza.  Gulp. 

Hi Amylynn,

We came across your blog and wanted to chime in.

It is important to us that all Peter Piper Pizza customers leave our restaurants feeling like they had a positive experience. We also pride ourselves on being a family-friendly establishment and are honored that so many families choose to have their children’s birthday celebrations with us. Any suggestions you have for improvements are welcome, and we invite you to give the store manager a call to share your feedback.

Thank you for your business Amylynn, and we hope that we will see you again in the future.

So why do I feel guilty?  Every word I said was true.  All right, perhaps there were some enhancements and poetic license. I am a writer after all. That’s what I do, but the spirit of my posts were true. Ask any parent.

So now I’m at a crossroads. Do I bother to reply and think they really give a damn what I have to say?  What would I tell them anyway?  That I’m a budding curmudgeon?  That I’m a hypocrite because both of my children have had parties at Peter Piper, but that I completely cringe every time I get an invitation? 

And here’s another thing.  Why can’t Sprint ask me for my opinion?  Or my bank?  Or the cable company?  Especially Sprint.  I’ve been fairly vocal on these pages about my loathing of Sprint but I get bupkiss in return.

I’m going to have to mull this over.  And I’ll try not to let the power go to my head – but don’t be surprised if I grow a Snidley Whiplash mustache over night.