The Shoe Store

My friends, many of us live, or have lived at one time, in an apartment building.  A more communal setting has both advantages and drawbacks.  When you live in a building with many other people there is just no way you will get along with everyone and you are lucky to make a few friends (as I have) in a vast sea of random jerks.  That said, when you live in close proximity to others it is a generally accepted social policy that you try to interfere with the lives of others as little as is reasonable and, for the majority of us, to be courteous to our neighbors.  Then there is this:

"What's so bad about that Brian?  Stop being so picky," you might say.  Just wait...

So now we added some more shoes and a newspaper.  "That's it?  A few lousy pairs of shoes and a newspaper is what this is all about?"  Yeah, not so much...

And this is what we get when you have an entitled jerk living on your floor.  Now, I do not wear shoes in my apartment, but I have the common decency to BRING MY SHOES (and any articles of clothing I manage to strip off in the hallway) INSIDE MY APARTMENT WITH ME!  *whew*

There are some more egregious examples of this kind of asshattery but I will spare you the evidence for now.  The lesson here:  either take your crap inside with you or prepare to have...things done to your footwear.  *walking away slowly, whistling*

Till next time...