A milestone: My first passive-aggressive neighborly scolding
I didn’t grow up in a neighborhood, so I am sort of having to learn what it’s like to have passive-aggressive asshole neighbors. Unless, I guess, you count the year that someone poisoned all my parents’ dogs and most of them died. I guess that would qualify as passive-aggressive assholishness. Anyway. I got home tonight and the boyfriend showed me this note that had been stuck in the front door earlier that day. I will…
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