So last week I was going to the gym and I saw these little notes (on card stock paper mind you) taped up and down my hallway. They also were printed in various fonts, BOLD, and varying colors show show emphasis. Not only was a little shocked to see that one of my neighbors cared enough to actually post a community note but also more shocked to discover that one of my (way cooler) neighbors sent this note into the New York Times.
To Whom It May Concern:
“It remains a mystery to the majority of us as to why you have not yet understood the simple concept that trash must be placed down the trash chute — not just inside the door of the room the trash chute occupies.
“Perhaps you have not previously resided in an apartment building. Perhaps you lack understanding of the nature of the semi-communal living situation involved therein.
“Whatever the case, your fellow residents of the 21st floor are fed up with your continued inconsideration. We are not your mother, and therefore it is not our job to clean up after you.
“Put your trash down the trash chute!
“Sincerely, your neighbors on the 21st floor.â€
Ah New York. My kind of town.
So now apparently we’re Gawker …
I kid, I kid. I laughed at this.
In college, someone stole this pack of Gogurts from the community fridge, and whoever was the original owner of the Gogurts PLASTERED the halls of the dorm with this all-caps message like “WHOEVER STOLE THE GOGURTS PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT THEY WERE NOT YOUR GOGURTS! THE GOGURTS BELONGED TO ME AND NOT JUST ANYONE. PLEASE TELL ME WHO YOU ARE. I WON’T BE MAD I JUST WANT MY GOGURTS BACK.” Ask Brian about it sometime. Because he’s the one who stole them.
Damn, EB. You can drop a dime faster than your Boston accent.