No problem — ’twas a piece of a cake!

June 18th, 2013 · 62 comments

“Our organization recently moved most of its employees from several small offices into one large office,” writes our submitter in Vancouver. “It only took five months for the kitchen conflict to ramp up into a full-blown note war.”

thank you for helping yourself to half of my birthday cake....I guess I didn't need the whole cake to share with my friends and coworkers anyways. ...and happy birthday to you too!

To the leaver of the cake: You're very welcome.

...and someone helped themselves to one of my steam buns (leftovers) in a takeout box but I have a bad cold so they'll get the bad karma back.

related: Let the rest of us eat cake.

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Dirty laundry for sale!

June 17th, 2013 · 57 comments

Laura spotted this yard sale sign outside Peet’s Coffee Shop in Portland, Oregon.

Ex-Wife Left Me, Come Get Her Stuff Before She Returns on Monday. HURRY!!

Peter spotted a similar sign in his Long Island neighborhood a while back.

Mom spent my trust fund. So I'm selling her stuff!

related: Garage sale drama

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A Father’s Day Poem

June 16th, 2013 · 21 comments

Deborah in Townsville, Australia says her 9-year-old son, Connor, made this card for her husband, a keen cyclist. “Clearly, Connor is aware of the inherently risky nature of cycling,” Deborah says. “Either that or the word ‘dead’ just rhymed well.”

Dad you are great at sport. You always support. But when it is time to go to bed I always just pray your [sic] not dead.

related: My Dad weighs 15 pounds, does not have a job, and likes to wear shirts.

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The Piddler on the Roof

June 14th, 2013 · 27 comments

Today’s special comes to us from New York City, at the entrance to the building’s roof deck. (Just in time for summer, when the entire city already smells like urine and garbage!)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. Do not pee on the roof. And please do not stay up here at night. Can we agree that 11 pm is late at night? I try to sleep under your feet... It is like you are walking on my ceiling... And you tend to scream when you're up on the roof. People live under here... I've lived here for 12 years and we've never had these issues. This is not a party apartment... this is a home. If you're going up here... Try and stay around the stairwell and near the roof door... and off our sixth floor walkup ceilings. This roof leaks. This building is made of paper-mache is is really old. And I can't believe I have to say this (again)...But really — please do not piss on the roof.

Meanwhile, Jenny spotted this outside a three-story office building in Vancouver, B.C.

THANK YOU For picking up after your DOG. HOWEVER, PLEASE DO NOT THROW THE BAGS OF FECES ON THE ROOF OF THE BUILDING. Thank you for your cooperation. Building Manager

related: Dear Bob, please do not pee out your bedroom window

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