Nick in Florida was in his car one day, when he “pulled up at a light, looked to my left, and immediately started laughing.” He quickly pulled out his iPhone, snapped a photo, then get stepped on the gas before daddy dearest could get out and beat the crap out of him.

Meanwhile, Lisa in Maryland spotted this in front of a small computer store near her office.

Sigh. Children are such a blessing!

related: and pull up your sign

Though the issue might not be top of mind for sophisticated and urbane readership of this website, let this serve as your warning: Should you find yourself in, say, Fayetteville, Arkansas (like Melissa, a California expat currently attending the U of A) you’ll soon realize how important it is to lay down the law with regard to proper cud disposal.

Of course, when you live as far north as Baltimore and notice that your boss has taken to spitting chaw in your trash can, the situation becomes that much more dire.

related: evidently, yes

Josh from Annapolis, Maryland says the first and last note in this exchange were apparently written by Stephen, a college student at a school “known for it’s obtusely intellectual, chronically spacey student body.”

The notes were gone within a few days, but Josh says the situation hasn’t exactly improved. In the meantime, he says, “I’m kinda worried for my own safety. I recently saw this kid chopping firewood in the backyard, so he definitely has an ax.”

related: passive-aggressive mad libs

Our anonymous submitter in Takoma Park, Maryland says her roommate/landlord is constantly leaving little post-its and e-mails for the other roommates, but iIthink these two have a bit of yum-o synchronicity.

related: The first thing I did when I woke up

In the office kitchen, expecting your coworkers to wipe up the spatters from their exploded Hot Pockets seems like standard enough microwave etiquette. And a ban on charred popcorn and leftover tuna casserole? Eh, fair enough. But this note — from an anonymous office worker in Baltimore — is the kind of thing that leads to out-and-out mutiny.

UPDATE: There’s a copycat on the loose!

UPDATE 2: They’re multiplying!

UPDATE 3: The meta-madness continues!

UPDATE 4: It continues!

related: Who are you calling OCD?

Many offices, it seems, are a regular Disneyland of what only appear to be inanimate objects. The evidence?

From Frank in San Francisco, a sentient sponge:

From Amy in Annapolis, Maryland, a talking toilet:

From Ben in San Antonio, Texas, a talking door:

And then there’s my favorite – from an anonymous submitter in Washington, D.C. – a talking (and walking) microwave:

(Most baffling…where on earth did that clip art come from?)

related: I guess that’s why

vida says her friend in baltimore received this note from “his pathologically lying roommate.”

it’s a little hard to read, but the (genius) last line says, “if not possible we’re moving and you can stay.”

so: team joe? team asa? or too tough to call?

(from an anonymous submitter in Maryland.)