Writes Jennifer in Denver: “At the restaurant where I work, my co-worker has had some issues with the cooks not reading his tickets correctly.” (Apparently, Scott’s not one for the “you catch more flies with honey” approach.)
June 10th, 2012 · 39 comments
June 8th, 2012 · 68 comments
Tom’s daughter, Meg, was upset that her mother made her a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner, so she wrote this note to inform her mom of her “punishment.”
Meanwhile, in Salt Lake City, six-year-old Elizabeth tried a similar approach. Her parents were so amused they’ve held on the note for decades since then.
When I have kids, I really hope I can manipulate them into this sort of thinking…
related: Buckets of my Tears
June 6th, 2012 · 55 comments
At Tazza’s office in Sydney, someone (not Harold, that much we know) was so offended by a coworker’s half-made cup of instant coffee that he or she felt obliged to leave this note.
related: Rage Against the (Coffee) Machine
extra credit: Men Being Jerks to Their Wives about Coffee [youtube]
extra extra credit: Who Made That Kraft Single? [nytimes.com]
June 5th, 2012 · 56 comments
Four roommates, a half-gallon of stolen ice cream, and 9 months worth of unflushed toilets went into the making of these two flowcharts.
related: Hover & Flow(chart)
June 4th, 2012 · 24 comments
Our submitter, Amanda, occasionally skates at an ice arena where an NHL and several college hockey teams practice. As a result, she says, “it smells like sweaty feet all of the time” — and apparently, most visible surfaces are also covered with spit.
Adds Amanda: “My favorite parts of this note are a) the awesome word art, and b) the idea that they have to stop spitting on the walls only because of recent health concerns.”
June 3rd, 2012 · 73 comments
At our submitter’s office in Fort Worth, the third-floor ladies room has an ongoing problem. “Every single day,” our submitter explains, one particular person uses the facilities and then sprays enough perfume to kill a cow…as if you could cover that smell.”
And yet, given the abundance of pro-sprayers in charge of office ladies’ rooms, I’m afraid this is bound to remain another one of those never-ending workplace disagreements.
May 31st, 2012 · 37 comments
Scoffs our submitter in Los Angeles: “Because as a healthy, functioning, adult, you really need to be reminded that you’re a good person for cleaning up after yourself.”
related: Three never-ending office arguments
May 30th, 2012 · 42 comments
“Apparently my dear Dad was the glue that held our family together, because it has totally disintegrated after his passing in 1999,” writes our submitter in Massachusetts.
After years of putting up with “greedy demands, backstabbing, and sheer fuckery amongst the moochers in the clan,” our submitter recently visited her father’s grave to discover this unsigned note perched on top. (Underneath it, she presumes, her Dad was rolling over.)
related: For sale, cemetery plot, never used.
May 29th, 2012 · 94 comments
Amy in Ohio found this delightful diatribe while browsing through area garage sale listings on Craigslist. “Fortunately I snapped a screenshot, because this gem was soon flagged for removal,” she says. “My favorite part: ‘…nothing but ignorance!’”
related: Some advice on holding a garage sale
May 27th, 2012 · 47 comments
If you’re one of them, here’s a head’s up: Your awkward penguin moves aren’t gonna help you at Gestalt Haus in San Francisco.
Adds our submitter, Carly: “Even though I bought plenty of beer while I was there, I still felt like I needed to make eye contact with the bartender when coming out of the pisser. And that gets a little awkward after a while.”
related: Drip-dry only, ladies