Seen on a dry-erase board
I noticed the following messages on one of the message boards in my hall. (My hall is fairly cluttered with rich, popular girls.)
Hey Rita – call me sometime and we’ll go clubbing!
Hey Rita, let’s go out!
HEY RITA LAST NITE WAS GREAT
In misanthropic response, I have taken to tallying the days that go by without anyone leaving a message on my door.
I’m up to nine.