Lost Toothpick

It is a complaint letter format, written by very sensitive person.

Dear Sir/Madam,

I am writing in connection with my toothpick, which I lost while visiting restaurant "Metropol."

The matter is, although it is in physical sense just a wooden toothpick, it is  tremendously dear to me as a memory of my mother and of my grandmother and grandfather as well, because, as I was informed, it was used by my grandfather to pick his teeth before he had a heart attack.

Consequently, it is quite understandable what a frustration I was in having discovered  the loss of such a thing.

I called immediately the Found Items Point, affiliated   with the restaurant, and reported what had happened.   It was only unanimous laugh that I received as a response.  

No empathy, no sympathy, no even basic politeness, no nothing, just a laugh.

Such attitude to people's disasters must be condemned, and, therefore, my demand is that these persons must be removed from their working place.

Secondly, I presume, that above-mentioned merits of my toothpick are so convincing that it is quite obvious that thorough  search for it is a matter of  urgent necessity.

 I am looking forward to hearing from you, and I hope  it will not be very long before I get my toothpick back.

   Yours faithfully

John Muckrake.