Ah the communal refrigerator… whether in the faculty lounge or the two-bedroom, five-student Brooks Street apartment… there will be blood. And there will be notes. A website dedicated to the fine art of writing Passive/Aggressive Notes features, but is not limited to, fridge-rage. (BTW, who here at The Dose drinks the coffee YooHoo? Just asking.)

In my capacity as the de facto secretary of a casually organized Scrabble club, I once received an angry email from a dissatisfied participant. We’ll call her “Enola Gay” (not her real name).

My boyfriend and I went to your scrabble club of elites several weeks ago and were somewhat immediately annoyed by the fact that we were told to seperate [sic] from one another and play complete strangers when we simply just wanted to play a game by ourselves to warm up and have fun, (something I feared the other scrabblers knw [sic] nothing about by the look of their stern and straight faces).

Needless to say, we won’t be back and I am all set with your emails and I will not be recommending this club to any other of my scrabble playing friends who actually enjoy the game instead of taking it so ridiculously seriously.

Thank you for taking me off your list.

Actually, we have a lot of fun.  And we meet every Monday night after 7PM at Julian’s on Broadway (where we are occasionally told to pipe down).

Tags: Paranoia, passive/aggressive behavior, refrigerators, Scrabble

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