After a very long day of comforting a friend going through a break-up (always an emotional drain), getting terrible food poisioning at the Thai place we went to for lunch, and then getting stuck in rush hour traffic, I came home to a lovely note on my door that read, and I quote: Please stop denting my car with your car door. It is my only car, and I can't afford body repairs. WHAT THE???????????? First of all, I never park in the same spot. We have community parking, and it's first come, first serve. Secondly, I never park next to the same car. Thirdly, I would NEVER dent another car with my door, let alone REPEATEDLY to the point that it would leave dents!!! They even went so far as to write the make and model of my car on the bottom of the note, so I would know they knew which car was mine. Best part? No signature. No address. Not even a make or model of THEIR car, so I would know which car I am supposedly roughing up all night and day to the point that they would need body work. This is the second anonymous note we've gotten here-the first a very nasty note after accidentally parked in someone else's spot-again, anonymous. What is with people? Seriously. If they know so much about us, they would know we're home each evening-simply stop by and chat with me about it. Don't leave a crummy note on my door when I'm not even responsible for this. I just feel like crying. I don't get what is wrong with people, and why I'm in such a bad mood, or why this affected me so much. It brought back memories of an anonymous note I got in my teaching mailbox once, chastising me for grading papers during a daytime Christmas concert rehearsal with the kids. 'We need to support the kids during their music rehearsals, so please don't bring anything to work on next time.... signed, anon.'