Invisible Cities, Part 2

My outer-borough New York City neighborhood is served by a commuter train line. I was waiting for the downtown train yesterday when I noticed a tweedy-looking middle-aged woman on the platform, scribbling in a small notebook. I assumed she was writing an agenda or to-do list, but then I saw she was tearing off the pages and sticking them into the frame of a billboard that advertised a real estate auction in suburban Connecticut. I grabbed the pages from the billboard frame as I boarded the train.

The first one read:

3 car garage!!
3 cars x miles/gallon = move to the city

The second:

Where are the people?
They are never home