Smelly Dead Chicken

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FOUND by Justin Z. in Santa Barbara, California

I found this on the street during a lunch break from work over 10 years ago. Since then, I’ve proudly displayed it on my cubicle walls of each job I’ve had since then, and it never fails to disturb my co-workers. I’ve long been intrigued why the writer stored the chicken carcasses for his neighbor instead of disposing of them; in any case, he seems way more indignant about that than about the dog killing them in the first place.

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  • orinocowomble

    Somebodys got a problem with their apostrophe’s.
    No wonder Janet didn’t come over, the end of the note says “Skip” so she did!

  • Librarian in the Woodwork

    There’s also the abbreviation “Wen.” on the next to last line. It’s short for “Wensday” [sic!] I think.

    My guess is that Janet had said to Skip “Chickens? MY dog kill chickens?! That can’t be. Show me some proof.” So he’s been holding on to these carcasses waiting for her to show up and pay for the carnage. She’s hoping he reaches his stench limit first, disposes of the evidence, and loses his proof that Janet’s bloodthirsty canine sunk his canines into the birds.

  • Hiplainsdrifter_HPD

    Dear Skip,

    I am as yet still unavailable for my poultry order pick up. Please add $10 to my tab and see to the chicken’s being fried. I will be by on Friday to settle up.

    Warmest regards,

    Janet Dammit

    PS
    In the future could we use a traditional slaughtering and invoicing method? Having to supply my own dog to chase down the chickens and kill them seems a bit unusual, and my account raises an eyebrow over the felt tip pen on post-it note invoices.