I instantly knew my life wouldn't be complete until I had written to Grover. I started planning the letter in my head:

Dear Grover,

I'm a grownup now. I'm a waitress. One of the cooks at my restaurant is named Charlie. I think of you and your waiter skits every time I talk to him. Remember? The cook in your restaurant was named Charlie too. So I say, "Hey Charlie! I need some alphabet soup for table 26!" and then I start giggling.

Well, no. I haven't actually done that. But I think about it a lot.

Your friend,

Ana Ng."

I guess I was imagining some poor employee of CTW going though the usual pile of "Hello Grover I am six and I love you" mail that he answers every day, and then finding my letter. It would have confused him.

Then, I found out that what it actually entailed was me picking one question to ask Grover, and then getting the appropriate form letter response.

So, I put my letter to Grover here, instead. Then, I realized that it looked an awful lot like I was copying pamie. She does the whole letters thing. So, I guess I'm gonna go post my letter on her forum instead. Grover is probably more likely to read it there anyway.

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