To my thoughtful neighbors:

For the longest time I could not figure out why there was such an inordinate amount of hair on my balcony. It was as though someone was running a black-market dog grooming operation specializing in the elderly. Then, the other night I noticed something waving to and fro in front of my balcony. What was it you ask? YOU shaking out your rugs directly onto my balcony. Please be so kind as to refrain (def: to keep oneself from doing, feeling, or indulging in something and especially from following a passing impulse) from doing so in the future. 


Thank you,

Your neighbors to the south (I speak for all of them).