When I wake up in the morning, the third thing I do is take Shelby outside to peepeepoopoo. This is generally done between 06:50-07:00. As I did just that this Friday, I noticed a note clipped to my across-the-breezeway neighbor's door (Ashlee). And it wasn't, ya know, folded up or anything, so...I read it. It said:
"Please do something with your wind chimes. When it is really windy outside, none of us can sleep. We all hope you understand."
No signature. No phone number. No apartment number.
As Shelby was downstairs doing her business, it occured to me how awful this behavior is. I don't know Ashlee very well. In fact, even though we've been neighbors for the duration of my lease (since June 2004), I didn't speak to her until about 2 months ago when I saw her in the gym. Ashlee is very nice, very smart, and has a wonderful career as a physician's assistant. I have nothing but nice things to say about her and that's no small feat in my book as I can generally find fault with darn near everyone and everything.
People who do things anonymously upset me. Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I believe people should be held accountable for their actions. All actions. Yes, a small percentage of situations still warrant an anonymous tip (e.g., life or safety is put in danger). If you have a problem with your neighbor, explain to me why it is so hard to knock on the door and have a civil conversation about the problem like adults? Scared she'll say no and you won't get your way or do you just have microscopic balls? Doing thing anonymously in this case will only piss her off. In fact, if I was the one to receive the letter, I would so totally not take down my wind chimes. Instead, I would probably hang a letter on every possible person's door (probably 10 apartments) asking why they didn't talk to me. Or I might just do nothing.
As Shelby and I walked back up the stairs, I thought "I so need a picture of this or SOME PEOPLE might not believe it happened." Just as I got 5 steps from my apartment door, guess who left for work? Ashlee. I got to see her reaction when she read the letter. Of course, I had to pretend I didn't read the letter, so I told her Good morning and happy Friday. She totally ignored me. I really hope she didn't think I wrote the letter. Then again, she's smart enough to know my bedroom isn't anywhere near her balcony.