Entries Tagged as 'San Francisco'
Writes our anonymous submitter in San Francisco: “I spotted this on the sidewalk on my way to work. (It wasn’t obviously attached to anything, just laying there.) I realize parking in SF is a real nightmare, with driveways every .03 inches, but come on!
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Tags: car · parking · San Francisco · sarcasm
Presumably, writes Chris in San Francisco, the note-writer “figured that if she didn’t put a note on all each offending bag, someone was going to feel left out.”
Adds Chris: “Admittedly, the Kashi cereal box in the back has been there for over two years. I leave it just as an experiment in human behavior, but apparently somebody had had enough.”
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Tags: blitzkrieg approach · office fridge · San Francisco
Quelle horreur! “A good week after using my roommate’s microplane to grate parmesan, this note showed up on the fridge whiteboard,” writes Tori in (where else?) San Francisco. “Apparently microplanes are for ZESTING ONLY!”
(unless, of course, it’s a microplane zester/grater.)
related: notes white people leave
Tags: "helpful" advice · kitchen · roommates · San Francisco · whiteboard
Veronica spotted this gloriously expressive exercise in futility stapled to a telephone pole near her home in San Francisco. I totally forgive the double p in “apartment,” because dude, I know exactly how you feel.
Also, the idea of someone ripping off one of those tabs and going, “Why yes, I will fuck myself!” is just really tickling me right now.
related: untitled (broken glass)
Tags: California · CAPS LOCK · fuck fuckity fuck fuck · San Francisco · stealing
So, Kevin in san francisco says his friend’s roommate went on three “hang out at a bar” dates with this guy from France. After the third date — in admirably straightforward fashion — he told Frenchie it wasn’t wasn’t working out and he didn’t want to see him anymore. (You know, the old “it’s not me, it’s you” routine.)
Unfortunately for them both, le bachelor did not take le hint. Instead, Kevin says, he showed up at his would-be lover’s house and paced back and forth outside the door for an hour while sending creepy text messages. “He finally left, but not without leaving a bouquet of red carnations on the hood of the car with this note attached.”
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Tags: lOWERCASE l · San Francisco · spurned lover
Tom took notice of this “open letter” — a thoughtful missive that clearly merits our collective attention — on a telephone pole in San Francisco.
If we’re really lucky, perhaps this Richard Asshat character will grace us with an open response in the comments, whiteblizzard70-style!
(Note: For your further enrichment, here’s a less faded graphic of the bristol stool scale.)
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extra credit: mcsweeney’s open letters
Tags: dogs · San Francisco · shit · visual aids
Tags: holiday spirit · office · party planning committee · San Francisco · Thanksgiving
About about a year ago, Coco says, “while visiting home (Charleston — South Carolina’s lone bastion of remote liberalism) — I left my ‘Is it 2008 yet?’ sticker-adorned car in San Francisco’s Outer Richmond district for friends to babysit.
Upon my return, my friend presented me with this note, which had been left on my windshield. I would expect this in Charleston, but in San Francisco? I blame the patrons of the golf course my car was parked next to.”
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Herbie goes to Washington
Tags: California · parking · politics · San Francisco · unsolicited feedback
Our submitter, B., was shopping at a shoe store in San Francisco when she realized she really needed to use the facilities. Although there was no public restroom in sight, she did spy the familiar infographic just beyond a doorway marked “employees only.” When she ducked inside, B. was greeted by this sublimely creepy warning from management[!].
Meanwhile, Chelsea’s boss at the La Quinta in Perrysburg, Ohio managed to dial up the creepy just a smidge more.
Apparently disatisfied with the staff’s response to her frequent written notes, the hotel manager brought in this doll — which chelsea says “looked exactly like her” — to do the job instead. (Er, so to speak.)
related: So many questions
Tags: big brother-ish · crazy boss · now that's management · Ohio · retail hell · San Francisco
Joe Six-Pack in San Francisco never actually got this note, because our own passive-aggressive pit bull secondsout swiped it from under his windshield wiper. Again, my understanding is that he recused himself, but I don’t want to talk about that: I’d like to talk about energy.
And also, too, under the umbrella of job creation, therefore:
related: Herbie goes to Washington
Tags: parking · politics · San Francisco