Argh fucking argh! what the fuck is wrong with Mark that he has to lock the fucking deadbolt when a trick comes over? Even though he himself doesn't have a key for it, even though he KNOWS DAMN WELL I DON'T HAVE A KEY EITHER, he will wait upstairs for a trick then have the TRICK 'lock the door behind them' which is fine in and of itself, but the trick locks the DEADBOLT, not the door itself-which I DO have the key for.
So it has happened again. This is the 4th time this has happened. 4 fucking times he was too lazy to meet his trick at the door so they can...what...enjoy the mystique of walking through a disorderly house strewn with packing materials, dusty glass, semi trash items and dark musty hasn't been washed in years carpet? Oh the lust! what the fucking christ-on-crutches point is there? To wade through all that crap and find...Mark? And for that added attraction I get to wait out on the carpeted steps in the freeze ass cold, with my hot dinner stone cold, my ice cream/sorbet melted and everything else soaked with moisture from the aforementioned sweating. Run me up and down the staircase a few times, knocking/banging/kicking the door and holding the buzzer down all got me nothing but sore bruised knuckles and out of breath. I finally remembered his number after dialing half of SF and 5 phone calls later(including one to the police asking what I could do/what they could do) it finally dawned on him that the incessant banging/phone ringing he was hearing was actually REAL.
He came down, a mere 45 minutes later. of course sheepishly he answered the door saying "sorry" and I just about got out "I don't want to talk....to you."
good for you Steve! Way to make another day sucky all around Mr. Dreier! God I have to get the hell out of here....
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