To go along with what Ashley posted about being told to smile (something that happens far too often to me, I must look miserable):
Last night as I was making my way back to my apartment after my 9-5 at a software company I was approached by the possible drug user/drug dealer that lives in the building next to mine. Here is my resulting Facebook post about the incident:
"No, possible drug dealer next door, I would not like to smoke a cigarette with you on the steps and then go get dinner. No matter how much you insist I look "like I need some tender love and care". No, no thank you."
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