jack in baltimore spotted this notice at a maryland chinese food restaurant with a $7 all-you-can-eat sushi buffet.  (overall, a pretty good deal, jack says…if you’re comfortable the idea of eating “discount” raw fish.) but while most all-you-can eat buffets make their margins by filling you up with a bounty of cheap carbolicious fare, that strategy doesn’t seem to be working out too well here.  (either that, or the proprietors here are pretty hardcore purists about the consumption — if not the spelling — of their nigiri sushi.)

i’d like to imagine this sign (source: “the internet”) as the next in the series.

related: the all-you-can-spell buffet

s in london says his flatmate was obviously exceedingly upset about his missing can opener. of course, this being england, the old “stiff upper lip” sometimes still prevails…sort of.

related: memorandum to the roommates

nathan in norman, oklahoma doesn’t know the writers of either of these notes, but when he saw this exchange on a fellow student’s drafting board in his architecture studio class, he knew it needed to be documented.

related: who’s the smartass?

office lunch thieves: always despicable, and in this case — gullible, too.

the “helpful” (yet oh-so-devious) all-staff e-mail sent by the victim:

and — i shit you not — the response:

related: lean cuisine

laura in los angeles spotted this note at a tropical-themed family restaurant in rosemead, california, where aquariums figure heavily into the decor. the biggest fish, laura says, occupies his (her?) own tank at the front of the restaurant.

piscine body image issues aside, as a former casual-dining restaurant hostess  — a job that generally means bearing the brunt of the bullshit from pissy customers, stressed-out servers, and douche-nozzle managers with very little power to make anyone happy — i can certainly empathize with the note writer…though i highly doubt it’s actually eliminated the litany of  the “oh, that poor fish!” comments that inspired it.

related: no, yuppie, my cow’s not starving

there’s a milton in every cubicle farm, it seems…and i believe you have his stapler.

and a dwight and a jim…

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related: that’d be great

writes michael in chicago: “apparently, some of our neighbors had a problem with us being naked in our apartment.” without knowing any other details of this situation, i’d have to say:

a) “be more private with yourself” is a phrase i am going to try to work into future conversations whenever possible

and b) michael, while i 100% support your right to bare all in your own home…curtains still might be a worthwhile investment.

meanwhile, scott in seattle found this note taped to the front door of his apartment building. “needless to say,” scott adds, the next time he saw the large bald man from the third floor in the building’s laundry room, “it was a touch awkward.”

related: get your “nozzle” off my “hose”

this good-humored e-mail was send out to the entire staff of an elementary school…IN HELL!

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related: what would jesus do for a klondike bar?

our anonymous submitter in dallas says this randomly showed up one day on the bulletin board at work with no further explanation, leaving everyone to puzzle over the notewriter’s intended motive. (to hurt? to edify? it boggles the mind!)

related: oh, the irony