Can't recall seeing a thread like this but there probably was one in prior incarnations of the board:
When I was in college I sorted mail for the dorms for minimum wage. One mail room served all the dorms. The mail room was open a few hours a day for picking up packages or oversize mail. I lived in the dorm that had the mail room.
A few people would knock on my door at all hours begging me to open up the mail room just for them so they could pick up their "care package" or whatever without having to wait half a day for the regular hours.
These people all had one thing in common: They were very cute women. They would smile and flirt and plead, well used to getting their way in the world because they were beautiful. I'm not ugly but these women would not bother to even glance at me if I didn't hold the key to retrieving whatever Mom had sent them. The chutzpah and hypocrisy of it drove me nuts. I quickly learned to tell people I didn't have a key to the mailroom, I checked out the key at opening time and returned it to maintenance when I closed (not true, but it worked).
I'm sure if I were female, it would have been the tall, dark and handsome guys flirting at the door at 2:00 AM asking the same favor.
Y'all must have a story or two about the Beautiful People expecting to get special treatment just because they smiled at you.
When I was in college I sorted mail for the dorms for minimum wage. One mail room served all the dorms. The mail room was open a few hours a day for picking up packages or oversize mail. I lived in the dorm that had the mail room.
A few people would knock on my door at all hours begging me to open up the mail room just for them so they could pick up their "care package" or whatever without having to wait half a day for the regular hours.
These people all had one thing in common: They were very cute women. They would smile and flirt and plead, well used to getting their way in the world because they were beautiful. I'm not ugly but these women would not bother to even glance at me if I didn't hold the key to retrieving whatever Mom had sent them. The chutzpah and hypocrisy of it drove me nuts. I quickly learned to tell people I didn't have a key to the mailroom, I checked out the key at opening time and returned it to maintenance when I closed (not true, but it worked).
I'm sure if I were female, it would have been the tall, dark and handsome guys flirting at the door at 2:00 AM asking the same favor.
Y'all must have a story or two about the Beautiful People expecting to get special treatment just because they smiled at you.
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