The Note

Outside of my apartment is a fire extinguisher. Twice now, someone has stuck a waded up piece of paper in the handle. While it’s not even the 1000th worst thing someone could do to an apartment building, it is very unbecoming. This is my home and sticking garbage in cubby holes is quite unseemly and slovenly. I care about how my home looks.

So, I wrote a note asking the mysterious perpetrator to stop. It was a pretty scathing opus. It featured a curse, a limerick with the word Nantucket, a metaphor about their mother and three swears words, two of which were in English. Fortunately, my better-half stepped in and re wrote the note. She penned a funny tale replete with characters, themes and motifs. It was a delight to read.

I asked her if writing not and sticking it on the fire extinguisher was an “Old” thing to do? She said it was. Wow, I’m now that guy. Tomorrow, the neighbor’s music is too loud and their cat is crapping in my yard.