We have the aforementioned set of rules everyone has (a floor-piss ban, don’t set the curtains on fire, shit like that) and beyond those common human courtesies, we don’t.
Actually, we don’t. We really don’t. We have the aforementioned set of rules everyone has (a floor-piss ban, don’t set the curtains on fire, shit like that) and beyond those common human courtesies, we don’t.
Well, you edited that in. It wasn’t there the first time.
You can’t actually refute anything I’ve said*, so it’s down to name calling. Please, keep melting down. It’s actually pretty funny.
Ah, it’s always a delight when an Internet rando gets cornered and pulls the old “uh, yeah, well, who cares, I’m right, I CAN’T HEAR YOU LALALALALA”
Did you learn that “YOU’RE RACIST” comment finishing move from Gawker or...
Correct.
Not at all. Again, they’re free to visit us or we can meet up anywhere they like.
And as with any other cultural tradition I choose not to observe, I can avoid it altogether. I ain’t missing much. It’s a house. I live in one. Big deal.
Can’t say as I’ve ever been asked, but if that’s their thing, Asian, black, white, eskimo, etc., they can visit us or we can pick a restaurant.
Speak for yourself.
Deal (, you Internet rando).
And they’re free to make their displeasure known. That way, I know never to accept future invites.
Oh, I will. Was I unclear about “visit me or we can meet up?”
Says the person who asks people to disrobe before entering their home, you weirdo.
Holy shit, I’d sooner die than ask to borrow undergarments from a person who was hosting me at their home.
And this exact logic (if no one wears shoes inside, the floors never get dirty because shoes are the only place dirt comes from!) is the exact reason I don’t trust you to keep your floors clean enough for me to go shoeless.