Found in the laundry room of my apartment home: Two plaintive Post-it Notes™
Item #1 reads, simply, “I’m sorry.”
Item #2 is trickier. It seems to read, “I’m having an personal emergency… I’m sorry for taking up machine.”
So many issues are raised.
- Kudos for the almost 18th century use of “an.” As though “personal” was once pronounced “ersonal” at some time in the smoky past when Ps, like Cockney Hs, were dropped.
- Brevity is indeed the soul of wit. “I’m sorry” speaks volumes. Who among us has no regrets? Who doesn’t long to leave a cosmic Post-it Note™ to rectify the many wrongs and wrong choices of our lives? Well, your lives. Certainly not mine. But still, wouldn’t it be nice?
- Last but not least: What, in God’s name, was/(is?) the personal emergency that
required, presumably, the use of what the writer evidently considered more
of the washers/dryers than were his/her rightful portion? Having had ’ersonal emergencies of mine
own, I wish them on no man. Yet we wonder. …I’m having an emergency of an ‘ersonal
nature and MUST WASH CLOTHES!
The mind reels.