I’m with you on THAT nonsense, I was just relating my own different story in response to the similar comment.

I’ve come and gone in plenty of apartments and secure buildings in general. You know what I do when I see a stranger outside of one? I nod, smile and may even say “how’s it going?” in passing. You know, LIKE A FUCKING HUMAN BEING. This guy is going to get exactly what he’s looking for one day, and he’s going to wish…

Except that the guy never tried to get into the building. He was waiting outside the building for his friend who lived in the building to get there.

This is so true. I recall a time when I was unlocking my bike in the garage of an apartment building in Jersey City where I used to live. Some dude drives up and claims to be the owner of the developer that built and manages the building and asked me what I was doing there. I was in a good mood so I decided to tell…

Yep. My office tried to enforce some idiotic policy where if you saw someone tailgate through an entrance you had to ask them to present their badge. First of all, “Doorman” is not part of my job description. Secondly, I’m not going to put myself in a situation where I’m accused of profiling anybody. My company makes…

I’ve always lived in apartment buildings and it has never occurred to me to ever question someone who walks in as I’m walking out. My mother also taught me how to mind my business so there’s that. 

You truly are a wordsmith,*squints at screen*

As they say in Belfast…

Twas a bad day to be orange. 

[whispers pedantically] Beijing ain’t in southeast Asia...

Boner jokes are okay as long as they are done with characters voiced by convicted drug dealers who got rat out their friends

Restaurants that have boxed up food on my behalf have never done anything differently than I’d have done myself.  I honestly never realized this was a problem.

“Why do people feel entitled to things they paid for? What babies.”

Because it’s something that you paid for and want. 

This piece is outstanding.

Like, say, a two year old with a skull fracture? A player openly weeping and being held by an usher? Mountains and mountains of bad press? Those kinds of unusual circumstances?

We could have a precedent setter, then.

One of the only things I ever remember about the law in a class I took was that none of those disclaimers and waivers mean anything until a court of law says so.

They could put in the fine print of the ticket that you have to eat Jim Crane’s ass before you’re escorted to your seat in the lower level, doesn’t mean they can enforce that.

Is it a kink if 51% of America is in to it?