“Started contrived and is getting more and more annoying.”
Yes. Mom to two college women here. One was an RA, one lived in an apartment style dorm and snuck in a cat to live with her. It’s pretty apparent that this roommate situation is a complete fantasy and neither Greg nor Karen actually had anything more than a whiff of RA/dorm experience. Nothing that happened in any of these dorm strips would have flown with any of the RAs, not even the lousy one who ended up living with her boyfriend at his place and somehow still remained one of my kid’s RAs.
Mardi Gras—playing football on the neutral ground. My kid has made life-long friends with the boys on the route. We return every year to the same spot.
Local here, I concur. It’s almost never a local who trades boobs for beads. We can buy them at the Mardi Gras supply store. Fancy beads, $1-3 a string.
The restaurant closes at 10. And everyone without restaurant experience thinks they will lock the doors and walk out.
Except if there is a fryer in the kitchen that has to be cleaned (an hour minimum), and the grill to be cleaned, and an inventory to be taken, and a cash drawer to be counted, and silverware to wrap, these people won’t leave before 11-11:30. And first shift will show up at 8-8:30.
I know it’s a comic. But not being able to think about these situations critically is what causes entitled people to walk into a restaurant at 9:55 because they close at 10:00.
“Started contrived and is getting more and more annoying.”
Yes. Mom to two college women here. One was an RA, one lived in an apartment style dorm and snuck in a cat to live with her. It’s pretty apparent that this roommate situation is a complete fantasy and neither Greg nor Karen actually had anything more than a whiff of RA/dorm experience. Nothing that happened in any of these dorm strips would have flown with any of the RAs, not even the lousy one who ended up living with her boyfriend at his place and somehow still remained one of my kid’s RAs.