Run! It's a moose!

(Idea stolen shamelessly from

othercat)

Dear Neighbors:

I understand that you are young, and male, and enthusiastic. That does not give you the right to yell AS LOUDLY AS POSSIBLE at whatever you are watching/doing, whether it is your PS/3, the basketball game, or porn, or whatever. At least have the decency to do this with your balcony doors closed, 'kay? And when you have LOUD DRAMA with your girlfriend(s), the same applies.

Also, when your very sweet Sasha-dog gets out and runs around the parking lot at 11pm, do not yell at her and chase her like a loony. I got her to come over to me by virtue of sitting down on the curb and speaking softly; the fact that she flinched every time I put my hand above her head speaks volumes about how you treat her. I hear one yip of pain from that apartment and I am calling the SPCA on your sorry butts.

Sincerely,
Me


Dear Fellow Morning Commuters,

The exit lane is not there for you to hop over traffic lights. When you just tootle along in that lane, you screw everyone up--we can't figure out if you're entering or exiting, and you never ever seem to pay attention to the fact that you are keeping people from entering or exiting that lane. Get on or get off, please.

Me