I sat quietly when you wrote the same Starbucks story

the day after I had this. And I tried not to pout when your metro columnist

ripped off my Georgetown parking story. Then I sat on my hands when you rewrote

my story about the South Park Bridge a week later. But Seattle Times, I can’t do it this time. I raced the SLUT, in DECEMBER. Certainly your loyal readers– and these so-called SLUT racers– could’ve benefited from my inspirational tale. Get your own stories, Seattle Times.