i remember the front door…
"push, for best results"
or such like that.
i also recall that one time there was a hippie bus parked in the marmot lot, and some love child was getting into it wearing, i could not remember the correct name of shoes (was sandals). in the midst of one of my better post-aryian rants, i christened them "'seditious footwear".
now.. even if given a bit of time, one probably could not conceive of a time and place they could actually deploy that little ditty, but it did occur in central texas (but .. where else ? ), where i was gifted with the opportunity to use "seditious footwear" in a coherent sentence and proper context, with deadpan presentation, and an all knowing of deep understanding nod of the head.
a good delivery of such lines is often key to having a really good night on the town.
cheers,
v.