And as long as I am talking about Gary the doorman, he once locked us on the roof. We were chilling in the lawn chairs on the roof. Roof 'closed' at 11 pm. No one, and MIX MEANS NOONE adhered to that stupidity. You weren't suppose to have open liquor, smoke, or bring bongs onto the roof/patio. Do you think that stopped me? Of course not.
But one night, we're sitting out there smoke and have 2 30 packs of PBR. We're higher than giraffe pussy. It's 11:01, and we hear -click-. Fucking Gary locked us on the roof. My roommate says 'just call him and have him come open the door'. I look at him and say "fuck that, I'm not giving him the satisfaction. We have like 40 beers, and I'll piss on the roof. Fuck him."
9 am the next morning, the building's administrator is giving a tour of the building, and brings a couple onto the patio. Me, my roommate, and our buddy are still passed out on the lawn chairs. No beer cans were lying about, as we're not total scumbags and we throw our shit in the garbage, but there were still 2 empty 30 packs of pbr just sitting there. We got a letter about that, then, drunk as hell went and tried to argue that if Gary hadn't locked us up there, it would have been a non issue. They basically told us that the roof closes @ 11, although in reality, that very rarely was the case. Whatever, no one was winning if we continued the discussion, so we ended up saying 'my bad', and cutting our losses.
And don't get me started about his cats. They were talented.
There is a whole nother FRAT about this, but, thats for another day, because that story gets me angry.
@Mix6APlix does is win win win no matta wut
