Man, one time I ended up volunteering at a weekend youth event, and this other leader they put me in a room with was friends with my wife on Facebook, from college or something, but I'd never met him. Weirdest conversation of my life:
"So, how was your honeymoon in city?" "Oh, really nice. What was your name again?"
I imagine that's what this horror house would feel like. Was a nice guy, honestly. I've since forgotten his name again.
I live under the personal opinion that most people lead busy lives, and that over time they forgive/forget every stupid thing I've ever done, in the same way that my brain tries to. But now you pull this.
If someone corners you like this, do a backflip and then flee while they're still taken aback by your sick flip.
Or smoke bombs, smoke bombs work.
