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All together now: please don’ climb da tree!

Kerry — Thu, 21 Apr 2011 15:09:59 +0000

Our submitter’s friend in Columbia, Missouri found this on the ground beneath a tree yesterday, “and she couldn’t just leave it there. It really was the perfect tree for climbing.”

(And the accompanying note really does have the perfect rhythm for a call-a-response revival stomp, no? I’d love to see what the Gregory Brothers could do with this…)

UPDATE: The Sneaky Mister has made my year!

Mom, my flash drive is missing!

Kerry — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 08:30:31 +0000

Apparently, your mother does work at the Clemson University computer lab. Now take some responsibility for yourself, child!

The cycle of (not) recycling

Kerry — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 23:47:53 +0000

These notes — the first from on office in California, the second from an office in Arkansas — both seem like they’re following the same not-quite-finished flowchart for acceptable office paper usage.

Really, you’re in for a scolding no matter what. And as our submitter Hannah noticed — in this bizarre exchange from the copy room at a school in Spartanburg, South Carolina — contrition only seems to further incense the office Paper Nazis.

Wigging out, daycare-style

Kerry — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 05:01:01 +0000

“My 1-year-old likes to play with hair when she’s sleepy,” writes Michelle in Columbia, South Carolina…a habit which apparently didn’t go over so well at day care with the fair-haired Ms. Linda. [Hahahaha RAGE BLACKOUT emoticon!!!!]

Counter attack

Kerry — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 20:38:57 +0000

“Personally, I think all places should post this sign,” says Molly in Los Angeles.

These days, it appears a lot of cash register-operators agree with Molly (and the fancy shop in Studio City where she buys her cheese).

To wit: exhibit a, from Betsey in Sumter, S.C.

Exhibit b) spotted by Otto at a sandwich shop in Frisco, Colorado

And so on and so forth.

But I’d like to draw your attention to this piece, spotted by Jenna at a Pathmark pharmacy in Bayshore, New York, as a true masterpiece of the genre. With just a few carefully crafted words, it transforms this common sentiment into the ultimate in shame-inducing passive-aggression.

Love, Dad

Kerry — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 02:36:23 +0000

While returning a long-lost battery charger, Kaitlin’s Dad echoes the sentiments of parents with adult children everywhere.

Meanwhile, Sarah in Greenville, S.C. shows the downside of giving in to parents’ nagging for unfettered access.

Pain (and disgust) at the pump

Kerry — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 20:30:01 +0000

Just in case gas prices aren’t hurting you enough lately, Tim from Madison, Wisconsin brings us this stomach-turning (yet impressively restrained) note from a petrol station somewhere en route to Green Bay.

Meanwhile, Tonya in Oakland passes along a photo taken by a traveler brave/desperate enough to actual enter a gas station restroom somewhere in Utah.

And finally, the kicker, from Jim in Columbia, S.C. — who would’ve guessed that germaphobia and gas-station employment aren’t mutually exclusive?

Maybe “no teenagers” would have been simpler

Kerry — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 11:08:15 +0000

Our anonymous submitter spotted this signage at a homemade water park somewhere near Cherry Point, South Carolina.

related: And pull up your pants

I can has guilt trip?

Kerry — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 17:44:52 +0000

Writes Jake in Los Angeles: “At home for Christmas (in Greenville, South Carolina) I mentioned in passing that I would ‘try’ to make it home for Easter, which is what most southern refugee children with guilt complexes tell their doting mothers even though both sides know said child has no intention of showing up to hide eggs and eat ham.”

Jake’s mom, bless her heart, didn’t get the memo.

related: Too many

Bun — er, pizza — in the oven

Kerry — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 14:33:35 +0000

Zakir in Montreal came home one night to find his roommate, Tristan ferociously scribbling this note for his other roommate, Vincent. Apparently, Tristan was baking cookies on Saturday night (aww) and when he turned on the stove, the entire apartment filled with smoke from the charred cardboard from Vince’s frozen pizza.

Says Zakir: “Vincent’s reply to the note was gold. He yelled: ‘Well, maybe next time you should CHECK the oven before you turn it on….WHAT IF THERE WAS A BABY IN THERE?!’ and then slammed his door behind him.”

Adds Zakir: “I’m not sure if those are hearts or flames all over the note, but I do know Tristan‘s face was scrunched with anger as he wrote it.”

Meanwhile, in Clemson, S.C…there is a baby in that oven.

Stop, Hammertime!

kerry — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 02:23:46 +0000

So, after seeing this note from Daily Piglet in Columbia, South Carolina:

And this one, from Anna in Providence, Rhode Island:

And this doozy from an anonymous San Francisco office worker…

Is it any wonder that this photo from afroswede‘s flickrstream (and others) came to mind?

(Meanwhile, over at bethany’s “blog”…u can touch this.)

related: Can I lick it?

And pull up your sign

Kerry — Tue, 25 Sep 2007 19:59:14 +0000

Writes Mel in Beaufort, South Carolina: “Our city has decided to go with those shorter, more pleasing-to-the-eye signs for businesses. All new businesses have had to have them for a few years now, but existing businesses are just starting to have to replace their signs. I guess the local liquor store wasn’t too pleased.”

related: And pull up your pants

I swear this isn’t some kind of stealth viral marketing campaign

Kerry — Tue, 29 May 2007 06:21:41 +0000

…but Hot Pockets are totally the car radios of the communal freezer.

Exhibit a: New York City

Exhibit b: Southern Oregon

Exhibit c: Washington, D.C.

Exhibit d: Oahu, Hawaii

Thanks to Beth at Columbia and DJ Shaggy for their help in uncovering this phenomenon.

CARE: it makes a difference

Kerry — Fri, 25 May 2007 05:31:22 +0000

This girl is like the archetypal freshman roommate, no?

From Megan in Charleston, who was not the slob that this note might suggest.