I found a note on my car this morning.
GENIUS,
NOW I CAN’T PARK HERE
FOR WORK
THANKS,
ASSHOLE
Yes, I don’t live in that apartment complex, but I was in a visitors spot. I made sure of it. Now, I’ve seen people write letters that they then put under the windshield wipers of cars parked in their spaces. It is a delicate craft. You want to be cordial, polite, but firm. Filling that scrap piece of torn-off paper is a process that can take up to half an hour. Every word must be carefully considered.
The note I got was simple enough to be a follow up to To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar. Though a funny thing happened about halfway to work: I started doubting my original interpretation. I had assumed off the bat that I was being dually addressed as both GENIUS and ASSHOLE, but when I critically examine the content it kind of looks like it was signed ASSHOLE. With that perspective the entire meaning of the letter is up for question.