So after a pitiful quarter inch of snow in this city, the town decides it’s going to lose it’s mind. I go home to my apartment after work to find this note attached to my door, of which I will transcribe in it’s entirety:
“Hello, I am Joseph from apt 211. I am sorry for breaking your window. I was throwing snowballs at my frient (sic) and accidentally hit, your window, I have put in a maintenance request. please call me at (number removed) -Joe”
I used to shovel three feet of snow in a kilt, children. What the hell?!!