tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105343624184149854.post6782054652998080072..comments2023-12-10T18:23:34.386+10:00Comments on Style from the Suburban Intellect: The walk of shameJanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12962390459989164257noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105343624184149854.post-60191259663715048642012-06-29T16:08:19.501+10:002012-06-29T16:08:19.501+10:00That is absolutely horrifying! Like you, I would h...That is absolutely horrifying! Like you, I would have been mortified the first time that happened. I once dated a guy who lived in a set of flats with a security guard. People of the opposite sex were only supposed to be in rooms for 10 minutes max. and certainly not after midnight. I was not the only person I saw sneaking out in the morning when the security guard went for coffee.Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05967901370707867582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105343624184149854.post-55730406052436992062012-06-29T01:43:20.925+10:002012-06-29T01:43:20.925+10:00My equivalent of a walk of shame: I went to a Jes...My equivalent of a walk of shame: I went to a Jesuit college with sex-segregated dorms. Visitors to opposite-sex dorms had to leave their student IDs with a dorm monitor in the lobby. If you weren't out of the dorms by midnight, your ID was confiscated and you had to go to the public safety office to get it back the next morning. I was so embarrassed the first time that happened, until the guard pulled out a huge stack of confiscated IDS to shift through until he found mine.Patience_Crabstickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16860012969550268614noreply@blogger.com