Some people.

I came home from work yesterday to an envelope shoved into my doorjam. They were testing the alarm system yesterday, so I thought maybe this was their way to return my key - it was shoved pretty far in there.

Nope - no key. A letter from the resident manager. "I've received a few complaints about the poster on your door - would you please take it down? Call me blah blah."

This is the metal sign I had up on my door.

What, this is dragging property values down or something? It's not like I put up a life-size cut-out of Bin Laden or papered my door in Penthouse centerfolds.

I brought it in last night, but it rankles.

Maybe I missed something in the bylaws (which wouldn't surprise - the freakin' thing is close to 2" thick) that says 'nothing on your front door' -- in that case, meh. Meh, but whatever - I'll just try to overturn that when I join up to be active in our condo association. And if it IS in writing, I'm so becoming a one-woman door-clearing scourge. I don't get my knight? YOU don't get your wreath. (I hate those stupid craft-store special foofoo wreaths some people have up.)

And if it's not in the bylaws, what's the beef? Someone have no sense of humor? Scarred from seeing 'Excalibur' at too young an age? Bitter about being jilted by their SCAdian lover for a younger, wenchier wench?

It's staying inside, mainly because I'd rather not lose my sign -- if someone's all pissy about it, they might swipe it.

This'd better not mean I can't put up my holiday stuff, I'm telling you right now.