Just wanted to thank you so much for being such a considerate neighbor. And to thank you for letting your children play in the streets while you yell at everyone driving by to slow down. Thank you for reminding us time and time again to drive at a snail’s pace past your house while you carelessly race around on the same streets, which we’ve all seen you do countless times. Basically, I guess I’m thanking you for moving into our neighborhood and yelling at all the cars you see driving past our place. You know, I grew up in our neighborhood, and I don’t know if you realize it, but your house used to be a cow pasture that was filled with shit. Isn’t it amazing how the more things change, the more they stay exactly the same?