Because I'm currently disputing with my doorman over salary payment (I told him $30 per month was quite sufficient for taking out a few bags of trash and washing my car every once in awhile but he feels the washing the car part merits an additional $10 per month), poor Sherry looks a little bit like this:
So, when I walked up to the car tonight after work and saw a note on the windshield, I naturally assumed it was either someone offering to wash my car and put it out of its misery or the Embassy chiding me for having such a dirty car and marring the beauty and dignity of America.
Turns out it was just Susan being awesome.
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