Unfriendly? Fuck you. We’re wicked nice.
First time I visited Boston, I was lost somewhere in downtown and walking in circles. Must have passed a postman one too many times because he just briskly walks up to me and, gesturing with a handful of mail, abruptly asks, “whadaya, fuckin lost?”
He then proceeded to give me very clear and accurate directions to where I was going.













Having dealt with HomeDepot contractors before, the true cost of replacing the door is:
Door + installation + re-installation by some who knows what the fuck they’re doing + materials