I love my nine-storey house with unpredictable neighbors. In the morning, we find someone’s socks on the loggia barrier. Obviously, someone dried the clothes, the wind blowed and landed at us. Running inspection of the lodge gave nothing - the clothes have already been removed and taken away. They attached the socks to a sheet of paper, hanged at the mailboxes and wrote:

“Who has fallen? Take and don’t thank.”

By the evening on paper found 14 inscriptions of this content:

“I am worth”
“I have too”)

The socks were hanging for two days and then disappeared. Then came the final recording:

“Thank you! Your socks really help.”