The Life of Reidy

Does it really make sense that fifty people should have to suffer for the stupid misdeeds of one or two knuckleheads? Last night apparently someone decided to trash the public bathroom by vomiting over at least two sinks, clogging up a toilet and ripping the seat out of the wall in a handicapped shower. Now because of one person being a screwball everyone on the entire floor has last their guest privledges. Which pretty much sucks because I had a very special guest coming to see me this weekend.

If anything good came from it however, a bunch of the guys got together and formed a union to get to the bottom of the case. They've been fiercly parading around the building all night, searching for answers.

Isn't it great how tragedy can strike and rise a community to form into action?