While staying in the guest room at my parents home I began thinking about all the different "phaser rooms". The accomodations ranged widely; esp. for a guest who had learned to actually manipulate the misbehaver policy (guilt trip on parents, etc). Some host parents feared having a MBer in their home and ran around like paranoid androids; others often encouraged their phasers to conduct a pseudo exorcism (with a good ass kicking). I never got violent in a host home; I knew what to expect at the building, in a strange home I did not. Other MBers use to pull little tricks at home like pissing down the HVAC ducts, etc. The worst home was my own; being sent home as a newcomer really rattled me. Seeing my house transformed in to prison pissed me off so badly that I vowed never to cower.
Years later, I still remember the door alarm, window and drawer locks and a Chevy with it's rear door handles removed. Every once in a while, I hear the familiar tone of the door alarm and go on alert. Anybody else have similar experiences and/or visions of night spent in "a room with a view"? This post is written with a light heart and a full glass; Let's have a few laughs!
Happy Holidays everyone, Jason
