Maybe it's the sound of all of that nail-clipping on the subways that's getting to me, but when I came home to my weekly earwax-coated Q-tip in the hall tonight (the flash doesn't capture the true disgustingness of it all), I felt compelled to respond. Although it's hardly as good as this one, it did afford me a certain amount of relief. Perhaps I'm looking at this the wrong way. The plastic bag of feces and used condoms is half-full, not half-empty.
Previously: Hall Monitor
Kenneth,
ReplyDeleteI came out to find my car and all the cars around me with those annoying post it notes advertising some stupid business service but no name or anything and when I called it, it gave no identifying information. I tracked the number to a business in Pontiac though and then searched the corporate listings with the state. I mailed a bunch of them to the guys home address in Bloomfield Hills asking him to stop unless he wanted me to come to his $500,000 home and place ads for things on his car and at his home.