Spotted by Gretchen in the resort town of Mount Maunganui, New Zealand:
Entries Tagged as 'p.s.'
October 10th, 2012 · 162 Comments
June 13th, 2012 · 19 Comments
“My friend and her roommate did not get along at all in college,” says Bryan in Chicago, “to the point where they were only communicating by notes for the last six months they lived together. This is the last note my friend left before officially moving out.”
related: When frenemies attack!
February 20th, 2012 · 44 Comments
Ty — an innocent bystander in this situation — saw this reply note taped to the door of his apartment building in Omaha. “I LOVE it!’ says Ty. Me too, Ty. Me too.
related: Save the earth, kill the kids?
November 27th, 2011 · 82 Comments
Perhaps the neighbors are Skyrim fans?
extra credit: ‘Modern Warfare’ removes one team’s call of duty [wtop.com]
November 14th, 2011 · 90 Comments
When four people share one bathroom, true equity in toilet-paper purchasing is nearly impossible to come by without conflict.
Just take a look at the opening salvo issued at Laura’s apartment in Georgia:
…and the first response:
Your move, “Scott.”
related: Five approaches to TP maintenance
November 12th, 2011 · 88 Comments
James in the U.K. recently came home from football practice to discover that, in his absence, his mother had gotten a peek at his Internet browser history (“full of…well, I’m 15, I’m sure you can guess.”) As cool as his mum was about the whole thing, says James, “I still don’t know if I’ll be able to look her in the face for a while.”
“Happy viewing”? Nicely played, Mum.
July 27th, 2011 · 42 Comments
Explains our submitter in North Carolina: ”My friend walked out to the parking lot to find a big dent and a sticky note on her car, which still had some writing on it from her recent birthday.” And while the driver didn’t just dent-and-dash, the fact that he or she didn’t bother to leave a name/plate/policy number — just an entirely unnecessary postscript — made the whole situation a less-than-satisfying belated birthday surprise.
July 10th, 2011 · 117 Comments
Writes Carolyn in Brooklyn: “My youngest daughter, Annisa, clearly had a problem with her recalcitrant tooth fairy. This is a series of letters, including an envelope, that I saved from her early years. I have no doubt that her finely tuned negotiating skills were developed as a result.” The best part? Annisa, who just turned 31 on Saturday, is now — no joke — a Director of Human Resources.”
(I really didn’t think this tooth-fairy letter could be topped, but in terms of sheer precociousness — not to mention determination — I think we have a new winner.)
related: Look, Tooth Fairy, here’s the deal.
April 28th, 2011 · 75 Comments
Moira and some friends recently rented a flat in Rome for a few days — lucky her, right? The only hitch to the plan was the fact their apartment was located on the very top floor, and while Rome might be the “The Eternal City,” spending eternity in a European-style elevator car wasn’t exactly the experience they were seeking.
Meanwhile, if you thought you weren’t afraid of elevators, a visit to the Hampton Inn in Burbank, California might change your mind. This placard inside the elevator (as documented by Kristen from Ohio), has got to be the least-reassuring attempt at preventing alarm I’ve ever seen. The fact that it manages to accomplish the exact opposite of its implied purpose makes me think the person behind it must be some kind of sadistic savant…and that he’s DEFINITELY watching you on the CCTV.
Not the anxious type? Well, how do you feel about dog shit and zombies? So far Kareen in Winnipeg has escaped this particular elevator unharmed, but that doesn’t mean she’s not watching where she steps.
related: Elevator nose grease
extra credit: “The Subway’s Elevator Operators, a Reassuring Amenity of Another Era” [nytimes.com]
extra extra credit: Time lapse video of a man stuck in an elevator for 41 hours [newyorker.com]
December 28th, 2010 · 55 Comments
In a brief moment of silence at a Christmas celebration, 7-year-old Madyson happened to let one rip. “We all laughed and told her to say ‘excuse me,’” says her cousin, Carrie in Detroit, but instead, the mortified girl ran out of the room. A few minutes later, she returned to fling this note in her family’s general direction.
Well, Madyson, you learned a valuable lesson this Christmas: parents are mean. But getting the hell out of Detroit? That’s actually not a bad idea. (Make a break for it now, and that passing of gas could be the best thing you never did!)