Since I didn’t get any interesting responses from my neighbors last week, I wrote my own ‘anonymous’ letter from The Laundry Folder and posted it next to the first message.
To my surprise, Mike in #109 (fibber) tried to claim his free beer…unfortunately he was not home tonight, otherwise I have a cold 6′er of FFF Pride and Joy for him, just for having the nuts to falsely claim the good deed.
I have started a little social experiment in my building. See below picture for further explanation.
To be clear, I posted the note…and no, the story isn’t true. I’m waiting to see if anyone tries to claim a free six pack for lying about folding laundry. If I don’t get any responses, I might just write my unit number on the bottom of the page and leave beers in front of my door. That way I look like the cool one, unless someone steals my beer.
Then I’ll have to leave another note…
On my way to work today I observed a car sitting at the intersection of a red light. Nothing too unusual about this particular car or this particular morning, except when I saw the driver’s side door open up. The driver of the car leaned out (I was half expecting him to spit or throw up or worse!) but I couldn’t have been prepared for what happened next. He pulls a half-full (or half-empty, depending on your perspective) beer can from the center console and proceeds to pour it onto the pavement.
Really? I mean, REALLY!?!? It’s Tuesday morning my friend, could you really have been that thirsty, or are you still wasted from a crazy Monday night? What exactly went through your head as you left the house today? ”Man, last night was fun- how can I keep it going?” Or, perhaps this is a Breakfast of Champions idea gone wrong? I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and tell myself you just didn’t see the open container when leaving for work today.
No matter the reason, my main concern is this:
WHO WASTES A PERFECTLY GOOD BEER?!?!?!
Some of you might know that I do quite a bit of driving in the course of my workday. It’s usually great for me to get away from the office and out from underneath my desk, but consequently it also exposes me to the riff-raff of suburban drivers. Eating a Subway sandwich, reading the paper, changing clothes, shaving (not too shocking for the men, disgusting to see a woman do that in the car!)….not much really surprises me these days.
Except yesterday…
On my way to work I found myself behind an 18 wheel semi-truck who was swerving all over the road, across two lanes of traffic and onto the shoulder. After my obligatory laying-on-of-the-horn and salutary gestures, I pull up next to the trucker to see what was going on. Was he just finishing up the last chapter of the Twilight Saga? Hoagie caught in his throat? Crossword puzzle got him stumped? No, no, and nope. The dude had his cell phone up above the steering wheel and was either A. Composing the beginnings of his memoirs, B. Changing his Facebook status to tell his trucker buddies what he was hauling, or C. Checking the stats on his fantasy football league.
In any case: please put the phone down and stop drifting into oncoming traffic. I want my produce to get to the supermarket without too many bruises.
Today’s post is an experiment. I’ve always wondered how many people come across a blog simply by searching for certain words or phrases…so let’s see what happens! Sorry to disappoint all those browsing for the real thing! Hope you find what your looking for.
Tonight we started boxing up Courtney’s apartment for the move this weekend. After removing everything from the walls, packing up 145 lbs of books into one box, and pulling everything out of the closets, we’ve decided to finish later….America’s Got Talent is on right now, and it’s slightly more enjoyable than packing.
One great find tonight was an old college textbook of Courtney’s that I found in the coat closet. ‘An introduction to College Algebra’. I can’t contain myself.
it seem sort of funny to start here, in the middle of everything. like i have to pull back the layers and remember again for the first time to share it with you. sometimes i wish it was easier if a camera was always rolling- so the ‘story’ didn’t ever get in the way of a good ol’ truth telling session.
but here we are anyway, in the middle, trying to look back first….to start from the beginning and then move forward. let’s see what happens.
