He was laughing about the fact someone had left him an anonymous note on his front door that said, "You have such a fantastic sound system in your car. I love hearing it morning, noon and night. Thank you so very much."
"Gee", I said, "who would be so passive aggressive to do that? Why can't they just speak to you in person given they know where you live?"
"Besides", I waxed lyrical, "who could be bothered? The older I get the more chilled and tolerant I am. Why sweat the small stuff when there is so much else to worry about?"
Oh Really, is that so Mother Teresa? Is that what you really think?
Well, I know I usually blog out my frustrations which is strangely quite therapeutic but I have never written or given anyone an anonymous note.
At least, that was the case, before I walked out of the café straight after that conversation into the car park and saw this.
What? How? Who? Why?
I started to write imaginary notes in my head like,
FOUND: One pair of coke bottle glasses. I believe they may be yours.
And somehow, just somehow, those words made their way onto the driver's window. Put there by some chilled out, tolerant, really mature Mother Theresa type.
And, just after I took the above photo, someone else came up and put this on the windscreen.
Clearly we uptight types need to blog more and vent our feelings to the blogosphere rather than attempt to graffiti car windows. I mean who would be so passive aggressive to do that kind of thing anyway?
Have you ever received an anonymous note or written one to someone else?