I recently read the book Eat, Pray, Love, having checked out the book from my local library. I found the note tucked into the jacket cover. The note struck a chord with me having had a crappy roommate my freshman year in college.
I’m not exactly sure if this one counts, but I thought I’d share it anyway. My drummer found this note left in his room two days after moving in with this really anal guy he found on Craigslist (’nuff said). He unfortunately moved out before receiving any bathroom pointers.