đ The Great Condo Spy Thriller
To the person who thought they were starring in a late-night James Bond knockoff, crouched behind their door to watch me deliver flyers: congratulations, youâve ascended to the rank of Hallway Hall Monitor.
đȘ Intimidation? Please.
You donât intimidate me.
You donât discourage me.
You donât even annoy me – you amuse me.
While you were quivering in the shadows like a nervous raccoon, I was exercising my legal right to share information about our common affairs. Affairs you conveniently ignore until they slap you in the face as a five-figure special assessment.
đ± Cat vs. Snitch
Your cat? Adorable.
You? Less so.
The cat blinked with curiosity. You blinked with suspicion. One of you deserves tuna treats. The other deserves a long look in the mirror.
đ The Big âScandalâ
Spoiler alert: it was paper. Flyers. Information. Democracy in action.
Not a burglary. Not a crime. Just words on a sheet of paper – which, apparently, was enough to make you feel like youâd uncovered Watergate through a peephole.
đ Democracy Doesnât Die From Flyers
Democracy doesnât collapse because I put a flyer in your neighbourâs door.
It collapses when people hide behind their doors, whispering, spying, and convincing themselves that cowardice is somehow a civic duty.
đŹ Next Time, Open the Door
Next time, donât sneak. Open the door. Take a flyer. Read it. Maybe even learn something.
And if you canât do that?
At least let the cat out. At least it has a backbone.
Disclaimer: This post is satire and opinion. Read full disclaimer.
