On my college radio show one night I made believe I was studying to be a Junior Botanist. I'm fairly certain that's a position that doesn't exist. For some reason it stuck with me and from time to time I mention being one. This letter was inspired by someone I witnessed travelling with their own Hot Dogs once. Maytag mailed my original letter back. And as you can see below they seem to have passed it around and stamped it a lot.
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What a lame form letter style response. I recall being surprised they didn't return my check.
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But then a day later, another response and my check. At least this one actually addressed my letter honestly. The Maytag Repairman would have been proud.
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