Picture this: What if a huge muscular woman busts out of the
bathroom and chases you out of a gathering? You both are
screaming and running out to the road. Sounds pretty bad until
you look at it from the other side and see that the gathering is
actually prison, the muscle-lady is your friend, and you’re not
even a prisoner you’re just a prison guard, but you don’t want
to be at work anyway because everyone keeps repeating that same
joke, “Man, working here is just like prison,” so you run home
anyway.  Or, you’re having a birthday party on your front lawn
for yourself, and you look outside to see that the bounce house
has deflated, most of the petting zoo animals (mostly goats) are
slowly dying, and there’s an angry neighbor doing doughnuts on
your grass. This is bad, right? Guess again, this party has been
going on for over three months and this is pretty much exactly
what you and all the neighbors expected.  Maybe you’re at a
fancy company dinner with all the head honcho guys and nobody is
really talking a