My so-called journal

Yesterday I was waiting for the torrential rains to subside and ducked into a vestibule; there was this notice:



[To the tenants of *** Greenwich Street

Please do not throw your cigarette butts or ashes out the front windows facing Greenwich Street.

Customers from the downstairs restaurant have been inundated with cigarettes thrown on them while eating.

Thank you.]



Sounds like life for the rich is one long frat party!