But which one of the two doors is lying?
You have to ask it a carefully crafted question, something along the lines of “if I were to go through other door, would I then be outside the house” and if it says yes you have to go through it but if it says no then you have to go through the other one.
growing up in my grandmothers house, she never ever ever used the front door except if there was some kind of event like a funeral. It was like, the fancy door.
they also almost never used the living room except when people were visiting.
Front is back, the gate is down, what next?
The way out, is in. The way over, is under.
Sometimes it’s fun to enter the front door around the back
Everything you know is wrong, black is white, up is down and short is long- Weird Al Yankovic
Reminded me of this math joke:
A physicist, engineer, and mathematician are asked by a local farmer to build the smallest fence they possibly can to hold in all of his sheep.
The physicist builds a big fence and slowly reduces the size until he can’t reduce the fence any longer.
The engineer measures each sheep, stacks them in a specific way, and then builds a fence around them.
The mathematician builds a small fence around himself, then defines himself to be outside the fence.
Yes, whoosh and all, but Earth’s surface is homeomorphous to a sphere.
What if I built a very non trivial fence in excess of 40000 km in length - would you laugh at me then for defining which side is supposed to be outside?
Guess who’s back…
Back again…
But not for long…
Front is back…
Tell some men.
My grandparents’ house was built this way. The front door was facing the street and connected to a family room that they never used, while the back door was facing the carport and connected to a sitting room that they were always sitting in. So the back door was regarded as the front door, even by the neighbors.
Even they were surprised when someone rang the front doorbell.
My childhood home was like that too. We only ever went in the garage door on the side of the house so the front door felt foreign to me and the few times we used it felt weird.
We also just go in through the garage. Either via car or through the door at the back. The only people using the actual main door are guests.
To get around back, go left. Because left is right and right is wrong so the only thing left that’s right is left.
The one on the left is on the right, the one in the middle is on the left, the one on the right is in the middle and the one at the rear is a Methodist.
Instructions Unclear
Playing album from The Front Bottoms are Back on Top
I see this a lot in car-dependent cities… the street entrance is closed and you have to go through the parking lot, which just sucks especially if the neighborhood is otherwise walkable.
My second favorite sandwich place, the front door is by the counter and the back door (by the parking lot, behind the place) is behind bathrooms, on the other side of the dining hall. They have both open though. Their city planner, they have no fucking clue what to do with downtown despite everyone there wanting it to be walkable. I’m pretty sure there’s significant grift going on. They install stoplights then take them out on the main drag downtown every five years and that’s where they are.
Churches are like this. You enter through the front door and you are in the back.
Many southern Appalachian houses built this way. There isn’t even a path to our front door.
My childhood home in southern Germany was built this way too but I have no idea why. Maybe so visitors have to admire the entire yard before they can enter 😅
I’ve had FedEx drivers go through waist-high grass to get to the porch. I would have thought the trodden path to the stoop of the back door would have been more intuitive. A+ for effort though.
When she prefers anal.
