So a coworker brought in a pack of Cyndi Lauper trading cards. These all were basically pictures of Cyndi Lauper in different poses, although her hair was the same in every picture, suggesting that all the trading card photos were taken on the same day.
The cards, of course, came with gum. For some reason cards had to come with gum, otherwise they were worthless. I have to say, after peeling the foil off, then peeling off the little bits of foil still stuck to the stick, and then after crunching that in my mouth, the gum was pretty goddamn bad.
But it wasn’t all for nothing. On the back of one card was the address to the Cyndi Lauper fan club! So I decided to write her a letter.
