Bethany in California says she saw this sign hanging from a house on her street. “I don’t know the person who wrote it, but I made my husband stop in the middle of the street so I could take a picture.”

related: The Whore of West Babylon

An eye for an eye, I understand. But a flower for joint inflammation?

(Thanks to Sandra in Los Angeles for submitting!)

related: No, He uses Vaseline.

Our submitter in Texas said she found the first note “while trying to rearrange a kitchen cabinet that is completely dominated by my roommate’s freakishly large collection of stale old teas.” (A coffee person herself, she’s never “borrowed” any.) But the best part, she says? “This lead me to poke around the apartment and uncover several similar notes. Cheers, roomie!”

related: My duh-runk roommate

Are you feeling sorry yet?? Well?!?!

related: Only the city of San Diego can move our garbage cans!

So far this  year, we’ve gotten no missing Baby Jesus reports. (Yet.) However, it looks like it’s still hard out there for a giant candy cane.

Just ask Anderson in Huntsville, Alabama:

Gina in New Philadelphia, Ohio:

The Bishop Family in Genoa, Nebraska:

or David in Florence, South Carolina:

related: The circle of Hell Dante forget to mention

I’ve spent most of the day curled up reading John Irving’s latest, In One Person (“a compelling novel of desire, secrecy, and sexual identity.”) And yet, since stumbling across this novella — from an office fridge in Maryland — I’ve had but one phrase echoing in my head: “We are not so unalike, [you and I]. I, too, have a deep love of salad.”

related: “Someday when you’re wondering why you’re alone…”

Our submitter in Texas — where we are currently experiencing out annual three days of winter — spotted this note posted yesterday on the office fridge. “I know who ate the ‘chili,’” our submitter claims, “because I heard her comment on how she knew it must be organic because the true owner was a hippie.”

related: Don’t get mad, get creative!

extra credit: The Original Fridge Locker

“You can’t tell from the photo,” our submitter says, “but the paper quality of this notice is above average. I guess there’s no cheap printer paper for angry Upper East Side residents!”

Although our submitter admits she was surprised this wasn’t posted by a Wall Street Journal subscriber, I’d say this more or less fits with the unique approach of the typical New York Times subscriber. WSJ-ers, on the other hand…

related: Comrades, take notice! 

extra credit: The People’s Daily salutes Kim Jong Eun, 2012′s Sexiest Man Alive

extra extra credit: “Commie Mints”

“How low do you have to go to steal flowers from someone’s grave?” wonders Ash in East Lansing, Michigan.

At the very least, I suppose, you’ve have to be someone untroubled by the prospect of being publicly chided or privately haunted. In Providence, Rhode Island, Moira noticed that the flowers at this memorial had very recently been dug up again.

related: Rolling over in his grave

extra credit: “Man arrested for stealing flowers off graves to give to girlfriend”