Oh no. Now I’m the Note Nazi.

This might just be a coincidence.

It probably is.

OR, I have developed a reputation in my apartment building.

I arrived home from work last night to another note.

It was taped to my door (instead of slipped under, which, as you might recall, the sign on my door warns of the dangers of), so I knew it couldn’t be from my nemesis who lives below me (you met her in my last post My neighbour (and my vacuum) can suck it!. If you haven’t read it, I suggest you do now, or this post will not make sense. Or don’t. See if I care).

Some back story: Two nights ago, I was watching TV and thought I heard a knock at the door. I waited a moment, then got up and tiptoed to the peep-hole. There was no one there. I must have been hearing things. End of story.

Here is the note I found when I returned home from work the next day:


Tom is our landlord.

Isn’t that sweet?! THAT is how you live among others. THAT is a shining example of how people should live in this world. Late = 9:15pm? Please! EVERYONE knows 10:00pm is the cut-off time. Well, it’s the cut-off time according to Larry David, whose philosophies I strive to live my life by:

Back to the note. I’ve been imagining that this note came to be after my next-door neighbour had a conversation with my under-floor neighbour. Here is how I think it would have went:


That HAS to have been what happened! Two back-to-back note incidents after a year and a half of none? What are the odds?! I wrote her a very kind note back to let her know it was not too late to knock and I was sorry I thought I imagined her knock and although the note was not necessary, it’s nice to have nice neighbours.

So, clearly word has gotten around that I’m a bad-ass Note Nazi not to be messed with.

Or, I live in a building of mutes.



11 thoughts on “Oh no. Now I’m the Note Nazi.

  1. Amazing. I know I’ve said this before but your life is interesting… 🙂

    1. Haha “interesting.” Yes. Let’s go with that.

  2. This is, I kid you not, what happened when I checked my email and saw that you had posted a new, um, story? (I’m blog naive, is it a new post? I’m so lost on terminology here.) Back to the reaction: I open the email, subject line, “[New post] Oh no. Now I’m the Note Nazi.” I won’t lie, I was excited. Then I read the two line preview that downloads into the email, which ends with the words, “… arrived home from work last night to another note.” I gasped out loud. “Another note?!” So much loud gasping. I cannot describe how excited I was to read this! Also, I’m very happy that you have a reasonable neighbour =) Moral of the story: your note-posts rock.

    1. Haha thanks Bailee! When I tell people the first note story about the bad neighbour under me, I always include your hilarious breathing comment as an example of the Facebook comments on the note. Hilarious: “Potential reply message: “I am trying to exist! Why breathing? Be considerate.” =)” Love it!

  3. This was definitely a result of Murphy’s Law, after the Great First Note Incident. Kind of. I had to laugh at the part about 9:15 being late. Way to be known as the passive-aggressive Note Nazi of your apartment building! 🙂

    1. Thank you. I’ve always wanted a title in life. I’m proud.

  4. Congrats on your new title, oh mighty Bad-Ass Note Nazi!

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