tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033060688252002849.post7630988485449378512..comments2023-07-30T06:47:20.163-04:00Comments on complainaway: things that have been said to me in an elevator, vol. 2complain awayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194653128028608210noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033060688252002849.post-88448325161971602152008-06-10T22:29:00.000-04:002008-06-10T22:29:00.000-04:00Oh, the story goes on. On my way out from my house...Oh, the story goes on. On my way out from my house this evening, I ran into buddy heading toward the elevators. After Sunday's encounter, I thought it best to feign having left my phone in my house so said I had to get it and turned back. As I was unlocking my door, he said, "Hey, I knocked on your door last night. You didn't answer. How late can I knock again?" <BR/><BR/>Does the madness ever end?complain awayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15194653128028608210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033060688252002849.post-57717052143215004582008-06-10T19:44:00.000-04:002008-06-10T19:44:00.000-04:00And you didn't kill him right there on any of thos...And you didn't kill him right there on any of those three occasions? What's wrong with you?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033060688252002849.post-33591211013860758742008-06-09T22:50:00.000-04:002008-06-09T22:50:00.000-04:00Man, now I am the one needing the disposable nause...Man, now I am the one needing the disposable nausea bag!<BR/><BR/>It's hard to believe that creatures like this still exist.Emory Maynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09638931073856138565noreply@blogger.com