So I had some friends over for cocktails on Tuesday night to celebrate the last day of class! YEA! I can't believe an academic year is coming to a close. But here we are. Earlier in the day, I bought two bottles of champagne for my last social theory class, but apparently sociologists are not big drinks (granted, it was a 12 pm class), so I had an extra bottle. I invited folks over and we popped the bottle open and got to drinking.
Of course, being the hostess that I am, I had a fabulous mix of music on in the background, which *may* have included The Backstreet Boys -- ironically I promise! One of my many neighbors in my building left me this note under my door the next day. A message to everyone who thinks this a good idea: have some fucking balls and come down and knock on my door. Honestly! The 21st century is so weird. People can't even talk to each other anymore.
this is hilarious because i had the same experience just a week or two ago, only i was the one who was kinda complaining on a post-it. and i did try knocking for five minutes--because (you know, i have such big balls) the door bell was actually faulty, but their music was, i guess, loud enough for them not to hear it.
plus, some people really aren't confrontational face-to-face.