Ridin' the short bus

I went out yesterday morning to find a laminated 9 x 12 ad for a hair salon stapled to the wall of our house right over the mailboxes. There was a number on the ad and Inki ("good cop" to my often-under-investigation-and-visibly-unstable "bad cop") called to inquire politely as to why they were affixing their ads to people's houses.

The fellow she talked with said he couldn't put it in the mailbox as planned because of the "no ads please" sticker on our mailbox, but he really wanted us to know what great deals they had on haircuts, so he stapled it to the wall instead.