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apollianaOr, Public Displays of Absurdity.
My downstairs neighbors are...vexed by Cordelia's barking. But they have not yet bothered to tell me about it (except for one time, via a note, and then the stipulation was that she not bark incessantly past 11 o clock at night). They have instead called the landlord. I find this offensive. I find this odd. They returned from their holiday last night and called him immediately after I left this morning. Immediately. They demand (via the landlord) that I get a bark collar. I did.
However, I need to do something. I could leave them a note to describe the treatments so far undertaken and say how odd it is that they don't talk to me. But if I write a note it will get angry. And then they will feel themselves above me and disregard it. So I'm trying to think of less verbal things to do instead, such as:
bake them a pie. Leave it on their doormat, unexplained.
bake a lot of pies, or some pies and some quick breads.
send flowers, casseroles and condolences and/or get well cards.
Now, I understand that this is dangerously close to Vivien Haigh-Wood pouring melted chocolate down T.S. Eliot's mail slot at work. But I am not very rational when I'm angry. Anyhow I'm not sure why completely unexplained displays don't happen more often.
My downstairs neighbors are...vexed by Cordelia's barking. But they have not yet bothered to tell me about it (except for one time, via a note, and then the stipulation was that she not bark incessantly past 11 o clock at night). They have instead called the landlord. I find this offensive. I find this odd. They returned from their holiday last night and called him immediately after I left this morning. Immediately. They demand (via the landlord) that I get a bark collar. I did.
However, I need to do something. I could leave them a note to describe the treatments so far undertaken and say how odd it is that they don't talk to me. But if I write a note it will get angry. And then they will feel themselves above me and disregard it. So I'm trying to think of less verbal things to do instead, such as:
Now, I understand that this is dangerously close to Vivien Haigh-Wood pouring melted chocolate down T.S. Eliot's mail slot at work. But I am not very rational when I'm angry. Anyhow I'm not sure why completely unexplained displays don't happen more often.
