My friend T also shares this obsession to a certain degree. It was she who directed me to the 80+ comment thread entitled Garbage/Roach problem.

It's a scintillating, multigenerational drama that includes love, hate, dirty diapers, and Kylie Minogue. This is how it begins:

So once again the filthy slobs on my floor just leave their disgusting used baby diaper/old food HUGE garbage bags on the garbage chute room for hours on end...they don't bring it downstairs , they don't call anyone and now we have roaches yet again.

It's hard to be unsympathetic to this complaint; no one likes cockroaches.

But as the thread progressed, it took on a sort of Our Town-cum-Hills Have Eyes tone and I began to sympathize with the accused. Sure, his family might be shitpigs, but when your neighbors obsess over the flower arrangements in the lobby and the absence of a neighborhood TCBY, who's *really* in the wrong?

Someone finally tipped Mr. 3D off to the thread, and that's when the fun started. He replied

It is a great pleasure to get back to you . We are normal working people and our time is very precious. I apologise sincerely If I couldn't get back to you earlier. Unfortunatley In America or In any other part of the world there are innocent people in jail who have been accused by filthy, stinky mouths like yours, (Cowards because they dont have the guts to ring somebodies bell and discuss those matters in a civilized manner.)It would be a great honor to invite you for dinner or lunch to our apartment and I will personally cook a special traditional Sicilian soup made out of diapers and for dessert you will get if you are patient a home made chocolate tartuffo made freshly by one of my noisy children.

You gotta admire this guy. I mean, it is hard to kick against the pricks.