don't think don't question just do The anonymous note wasn't for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not in the habit of reading other people's mail, but it was just a piece of paper with a few lines scrawled on it, clearly meant for the apartment upstairs. It looked so innocent, but decidedly--deliciously--it was not. Before replacing the note--and the ones that followed--in its rightful slot, I devoured its contents: suggestions, instructions,...