Years ago when I had just married my first wife, we lived in a high rise with a doorman. One night I was taking my flatulent OE sheepdog out to do her thing and as we were passing him, she let go with a few SBD's. I yelled at her "Pew, girl, shame on you." The doorman gave me a dirty look as if saying "yeah, right, how low can you sink so low blaming it on your dog you ****ing douche!" We lived there for about 2 more years and despite some generous Xmas envelopes, his attitude since was never as friendly nor helpful.