Entries Tagged as 'United States'
May 28th, 2007 · 21 Comments
May 28th, 2007 · 19 Comments
Don’t be fooled by the smiley: this is the kind of note that really throws you off balance. (It’s been more than a month since she received this note, and Kiki from Boston says she’s still shaking in her boots a little.)
related: I Can’t Believe It’s Not (My) Butter
May 27th, 2007 · 7 Comments
I agree with Katrina in Ann Arbor, Michigan — the last ”…etc.” bullet point is what makes the sign totally genius. And, apparently, effective.
Katrina adds, “Our microwave is a pristine fucking sanctum suitable for storing, say, the Dead Sea Scrolls, so maybe people are leaving the shrink wrap on their Lean Cuisines.”
May 25th, 2007 · 21 Comments
This girl is like the archetypal freshman roommate, no?
From Megan in Charleston, who was not the slob that this note might suggest.
May 22nd, 2007 · 12 Comments
Says Jimmy: “The kid whose cookware was hidden ended up just leaving the utensils (tongs, spatula, etc…) wherever they were hidden and simply bought a new set. This forced the kid who originally hid them to find them again before they started to stink up the place.”
Just in case you needed another reason to pass on the Lambda Chis’ rush-week pancake breakfast…
May 22nd, 2007 · 11 Comments
Such a perfect little hat trick at the end of this note (submitted by Laura in Baltimore) — the four exclamation points, the heart, the “thx.”
May 21st, 2007 · 11 Comments
Danny snapped this understated little note at a senior center in Marysville, Missouri. It seems a bit futile, really. I know that no sign would stop my grandmother from putting in her two cents.
May 21st, 2007 · 10 Comments
I realize this example (from outside the American Legion HQ in Park Slope, Brooklyn) is not so much “passive-aggressive” as it is “crazy,” but it tickles me too much not to post. The little species/feces couplet has been painted over and re-written at least twice, so obviously I’m not the only one who appreciated it.
You can’t tell from these photos, but this little storefront stands as one of the few bastions on Fifth Avenue that the armies of invading gentrifiers couldn’t take down with their industrial-size nozzles of mrs. meyer’s and turn into a precious little bakery selling organic dog cupcakes. While I was taking these photos a man in a lawn chair was either yelling at me to stop or trying to sell me a ratty old suitcase.
May 20th, 2007 · 51 Comments
Mike gets the last word in this exchange.
May 20th, 2007 · 3 Comments
related: Spit & Vinegar