What a Pain
I’m in university. I had just moved into a new dorm, sixth floor, no elevator. I was expecting some mail, but my name wasn’t on the letterbox downstairs yet, so I taped a nameplate on it. Every day, somebody would rip off the plate, so I had to walk all the way up, get tape and scissors, and walk down again.
It was, as you would expect, a real pain. On day seven, I was wearing a dark hoodie and I came home to see the sign ripped off once more. I was super annoyed, stormed up the stairs, grabbing tape and scissors, and ran down.
A girl opened the front door and saw me running towards her with an angry expression on my face, a roll of duct tape, and a pair of scissors. She turned on her heels and ran off into the dark. Story credit: Reddit / mia_vincent