our anonymous submitter in california — pleading innocence — says she was singled-out with this note in a barn that houses 60 other horses and their hay.

this note’s lack of obvious sitcom-ish puns — with the exception of “breeding good vibes” — makes me think that maybe i’ve been doing this too long…or perhaps that i haven’t been giving horses enough credit. (commenters, consider that a challenge.)

related: four legs good, two legs bad
extra credit: fourteen passive-aggressive appetizers [thenewyorker.com]

this masterpiece is a gift from the collection of zedral (morgantown, west virginia, 2008). the original installation also includes a trail of small arrows pointing customers toward the register, along with multiple post-it reiterations along the way.

related: ceci n’est pas une note passif-agressif

what kind of objectionable trash do you suppose is being disposed of in these bins? (half-eaten curries? yesterday’s times?) how many hours of company time did the sign’s designer spend on this full-color laminated masterpiece? what is that comma doing there? and how, exactly, how are these bins to be monitored?

related: servicing over a half-billion people…each and every day

where do you suppose this “anomous” tampa, florida resident stands on the whole nature-vs.-nurture debate?

interested? here’s a free preview!

related: your to lazy

the most irritating part of finding this note propped on her keyboard, says jackie in philly, is that she wasn’t the person who requested dark chocolate in the office vending machine. “in fact, i can’t stand the stuff!” (in that case…hello, shower gift?)

related: bun — er, — pizza in the oven