Sure, whatever (part 2)
A note posted on the bulletin board in my building (in the same handwriting as this note was):
“Dear fellow tenants, lately I have smelled bacon (and other forms of meat) cooking elsewhere in the building, and the smell is seeping into my suite from the hallway and through my open window. I’m a strict vegan and I find the smell of cooking meat to be highly offensive and nauseating — I’d like to encourage you all to pursue a more vegan-friendly lifestyle since we are all living in close quarters. Your food choices impact everyone else.”
After reading this, I suddenly have an urge to cook up some bacon-wrapped fillet mignon with my windows wide open…
