“there are several common rooms in my dormitory at indiana university, and most of them have pianos available for the students to play,” writes jain in bloomington.

“while I can empathize with this anonymous student’s frustration, possibly after hearing the third or fourth broken attempt at ‘chopsticks’ in a single day, i’ve personally found the exit to be a more successful coping strategy than leaving bitchy notes on a baby grand. but hey, different strokes…”

meanwhile, dan spotted a supermarket in sterling, virginia that took the above note-writer’s sentiment just a half-step further.

related: i used to be your biggest fan

extra credit: pearls before breakfast [washingtonpost.com]

the most passive-aggressive thing about this note? well, our submitter admits: “i do play soundtracks just to annoy him. maybe next time he shouldn’t dance with other people’s significant others at the office holiday party.”

related: it was an ironic dance party, okay?

our anonymous submitter says this display is just one of many microwave missives his coworker has created. “someone tore it down and threw it on the floor once,” he says, “but she put it back up, laminated with heavy-duty tape.”

and of course, the art-imitating-life inspiration for this post:

related: to each his own microwave

extra credit: pam beasley, a passive-aggressive note writer? [hulu.com];
“and what about the penises?” [nbc.com]

a little object lesson for the kids in tulsa, oklahoma…

(where’s this line item in the budget for the war on drugs, ya think?)

related: tokyo police club

spotted by randi in charlotte, north carolina, this one’s straight out of the michael scott playbook.

related: to the victor goes the bile

group projects.

#5, however, is what really seals the deal.

(click to enlarge!)

related: please ladies please