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Where's The Thank You Note?

Why do so many people in my generation not send thank you notes? It is terribly rude.

Whether it is for a gift, a friend who picked up a dinner tab or lent a helping hand, or any other thoughtful gesture…a thank you note needs and should be sent. I have blogged about this before. It is one of my hot buttons. I know we don’t give (or we shouldn't) to receive praise for the gift…but a thank you note should not be debatable. Not saying "thanks" in the proper way sometimes tarnishes ones reputation and the odds of ever receiving anything again is just shot all to pieces.
How sad, really.

I am tired of spending my resources and hours of my precious time on creative gifts for friends who don’t appreciate them! I am fixing to start giving gifts from the Dollar Tree, unwrapped!
(ha ha, but seriously)

And don't start freaking out...this is more than likely not directed at you! Most of my friends and family were raised right...hee hee. I just had to get on my soapbox to make myself feel better.

Food for thought: If you ever have to debate about sending a thank you note, you should probably slap a stamp on that sucker and send it!


Ahhhh, it feels good to vent!
Abby

Comments

Anonymous said…
I'm one of those people you don't like. Don't see the point in spending money to tell someone thank you when a phone call or an email will suffice. I mean, I spent $71 on one tank of gas today. I need to save every penny.
Anonymous said…
I need to add one more thing. My wife feels the same way you do.

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