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.

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FILED UNDER: Arkansas · California · South Carolina · confusion??? · exclamation-point happy!!!! · office · recycling
What’s frightening, of course, is that these things needed to be stated in the first place.



(Thanks to Jill in Des Moines, James in the U.K., and Heather and Eric in New York for submitting…and the kid from The Squid and the Whale for the, uh, inspiration.)
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FILED UNDER: WTF? · actually totally reasonable · bodily fluids · hygiene · piss · vomit
…then you obviously haven’t been introduced to the Houston, Texas model apparently gunning for the title of “the Dane Cook of household appliances.”
(For that, you can be thankful.)

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FILED UNDER: Houston · anthropomorphism · cleaning · flowers, trees, houseplants & gardens · microwave · thanks (but not really) · touching
Hey, look — it’s almost the entire 12-step program in one note! I especially like the abridged version: “To the idiot who stole: the world is your oyster.”

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FILED UNDER: "helpful" advice · Orange County · TLDR · heart · stealing · toilet paper
Fact: Working in a customer service position that necessitates long-term exposure to one’s fellow humans carries a significant risk of developing acute, potentially incurable, misanthropy. And if you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, treatment is especially hard to find.
Exhibit a) From a roadside store in “the armpit of California” (as witnessed on separate occasions by both Dirk and Danielle)


Exhibit b) From a NON-fast food restaurant in the backwaters of Louisiana

Exhibit c) From a diner in a speck of a town called Endicott, Nebraska. (Adds submitter Jill: “They also have a stuffed two-headed calf!”)

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FILED UNDER: "customer service" · restaurant · retail hell