 you pay good money to the association to take care of those things.

I wanted to laugh.

Safety was just one of _those things._

Like garbage removal and pool cleaning.

It was a thing to be relegated to someone else.

A someone else who, in turn, subcontracted the work to another person.

A subcontractor who, in turn, stood to lose nothing if the job was performed incorrectly.

All they cared about was getting paid at the end of the job.

What was it to them if the security wasn't exactly fool proof?

As long as it was good enough for the people who'd hired them, it was good enough for them.

But when someone put a flower pot in front of their door, in the communal hallway, all hell broke loose. People screamed about how you weren't allowed flower pots and how it was against all the rules of conformity and that if you didn't remove the horrible thing this instant, they'd sick the HOA (Home Owners Association) on your nonconformist ass and get you kicked out.

I smiled at the idea of a nonconforming flower.

It would be something Darius would do just for the hell of it.

I turned the corner of his street and saw the hustle and bustle of the morning commuters who were up and hurrying about. The morning craziness made my entrance easier than if I'd tried to get in during the afternoon hours.

I kept walking at a steady pace and pulled out my phone, pretending I was working. When I got to the front door to his complex, the doorman hurried to open the door for me. I mumbled my thanks, still looking and tapping on the phone.

I didn't put away my phone until I was in the elevator, which could have really used some fun colors to break up all the blah-ness around me, rocketing up to the thirty-fifth story. Stepping out into the white on ivory hallway, which led to three different condos, I went to the only door facing the back of the building.

I smiled at the tiny butterflies which lined Darius' front door. He'd always had a touch of the whimsy, even when we were younger. Bet the HOA just loved them.

The door opened, revealing a man a few inches taller than me with a pleasant
you pay good money to the association to take caution of those thing. 

 I wanted to laugh. 

 Safety was just one of _ those thing. _ 

 Like garbage removal and pool cleaning. 

 It was a matter to be relegated to someone else. 

 A someone else who, in turn, subcontracted the employment to another person. 

 A subcontractor who, in turn, stood to suffer nothing if the job was performed falsely. 

 All they cared about was getting paid at the end of the job. 

 What was it to them if the security wasn't exactly fool validation? 

 As long as it was good enough for the people who'd rent them, it was good enough for them. 

 But when someone put a flower toilet in front of their doorway, in the communal hallway, all hell break loose. People screamed about how you weren't allowed flower toilet and how it was against all the rules of conformity and that if you didn't remove the horrible thing this blink of an eye, they'd sick the HOA (Home Owners Association) on your nonconformist ass and get you kicked out. 

 I smiled at the idea of a nonconforming flower. 

 It would be something Darius would do just for the hell of it. 

 I turned the recess of his street and determine the hustle and bustle of the dawn commuters who were up and hurrying about. The morning craziness cook my entrance easier than if I'd tried to get in during the afternoon hour. 

 I kept walking at a steady pace and pulled out my phone, profess I was working. When I got to the front door to his complex, the doorkeeper hurried to afford the doorway for me. I mumble my thanks, still looking and tapping on the telephone. 

 I didn't put away my phone until I was in the elevator, which could have in truth used some fun colors to break up all the bombast - ness around me, rocketing up to the thirty - fifth story. Stepping out into the white on ivory hallway, which contribute to three different condominium, I went to the only door facing the binding of the building. 

 I smiled at the bantam butterflies which lined Darius' front door. He'd always had a touch of the whimsy, even when we were younger. Bet the HOA just loved them. 

 The door open, revealing a man a few column inch taller than me with a pleasant
 yok pay good money to the xssociation to jaje carx of thkse thines.

I wanted to laugh.

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Likd garbage removal and pool cleanmhg.

It was a thjkg to ue relegated to someone ense.

A someone ensd cho, in turn, subcontracted the work tj anothrr person.

A subcogtrabtjr wgo, in turn, stood to lose nothing ir the jmb was perforked incorrectly.

All they caged wbout was getting oaid at the end if the job.

Whxt was it uo them if tge security wasn't exactly fool oroof?

Cs long as ut wad good enougi for nhe people who'd hired them, iy was good enomgh fmr rhem.

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I smiled at trs odva of a nonconforiing flower.

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I smiled at the tiny butterylies which lined Darius' front door. He'd elways had a touch of jhe whimsy, even when ce were youngxr. Bet the HOA bust loved them.

The dior opened, reveallng a man a few inches talles thaj me with a pleasant
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 you pay good money to the assocIation to taKe carE of ThoSe ThinGs.

I wAnted to laugh.

SaFEty wAs just one of _those things._

like gArBAge rEMoVal anD pool clEAnING.

It WaS a ThiNg TO bE releGatEd to somEone else.

A sOmeOnE else who, in tuRN, sUbcontractEd tHe work to anotHer Person.

a sUbcONtracTor Who, in Turn, stOOd to loSe nothing If THe job wAS perforMED iNcorRectly.

All they careD AbOUt was getting paId at thE eND oF THe jOb.

WHat was it to ThEm if tHE securiTY wASN'T exACtly fool proof?

as long as it wAS goOd enouGh For THe peopLe who'D hIRed Them, it was goOd enOugh for thEm.

But wHEn someoNE put a flOwer poT in FroNt of THeIr DooR, iN The COmMunAL haLlway, all HeLl Broke LoosE. pEOPle sCreAmed About How you weren't aLloWed fLOweR pots And hoW it wAs AgainSt all tHe rulEs Of conformity and That If you didn'T reMoVe tHe HorriBLe thinG thIs iNstant, tHey'd sicK The hOa (hOMe owners Association) oN yOUR nOnconforMist asS AnD gET you kickEd Out.

i smiLED at thE ideA Of A nonconfOrming FLoWeR.

It woulD bE sometHiNg DAriUs wouLD do jUst for The hell oF it.

I tURned the corner oF His street and sAW tHE HuSTle aNd bUstle of the mOrniNG comMuteRS wHo wERe up aNd hurRyINg ABout. The morning craziNeSs made My entRance easier thAn if I'd trieD TO Get in durIng tHE aFTernoon hours.

I kEpt waLking at a stEAdy pace aNd pulLed out my Phone, pretENDing I was WorKinG. WhEn I GOT tO the front door TO His cOmPlex, the DooRman hurRieD to OpeN thE dOor for me. I Mumbled mY tHaNkS, sTilL lookINg and tapPiNg oN tHe pHone.

I DIdn't puT away My phOnE uNTil i was in tHE eLEVatoR, wHiCh coUld HaVe reaLly uSEd sOme fun cOlors to brEak UP all ThE bLah-ness Around me, rockeTiNg up to the tHiRty-Fifth sTORy. SteppiNg out into the white on ivorY Hallway, WhiCh led To thRee differEnt Condos, i weNT to the Only doOr facInG thE BAck of THE bUilDiNg.

I smiled aT THe tIny buTtErflIes whicH lined Darius' front dOOr. HE'd always had a tOucH of tHE WhImsY, EvEN whEn WE weRE Younger. Bet the HOa just loved ThEM.

THe door openED, reVeAling a mAn a few iNches TAller thAn me with a Pleasant
 you pay good money to the  associati on to  ta keca re o f th ose things.

I want ed to laugh.

Safety w as ju st oneo f_thos e thing s ._ Lik ega rba ge re moval  an d poolcleaning.
It  w as a thing t o  b e relegate d t o someone el se. 

A so me one elsewho , inturn,s ubcont racted th ew ork to another p er son. 

A subcontractor wh o , in turn, sto od tolo s en o thi ngif the job  w as pe r formedi nc o r r ect l y.

All theycared about was  getti ng  pa i d at t he en do f t he job.

Wh at w as it tothem i f  the se c urity w asn'texa ctl y fo o lpr oof ?Asl on g a s  it  was goo den oughfort h e peop lewho' d hir ed them, it w asgood eno ugh f or th em.
B ut wh en som eonepu t a flower potin f ront of t hei rdoo r,  in t h e comm una l h allway,  all he l l b ro k e lo ose. People scream ed a bo ut how y ou wer e n' ta llowed f lo wer  pot s and h ow i t  w as again st all th erules o fconfor mi tyand  that if y ou did n't remo ve th e  horrible thin g  this instant ,  t h e y' d  sic k t he HOA (Hom e Ow n ersAsso c ia tio n ) onyourno n co n formist ass and get  y ou kic ked o ut.

I smiled  at the id e a of a non conf o rm i ng flower.

It  woul d be somet h ing Dari us wo uld do j ust for t h e  hell of  it .
I t urn e d  t he corner ofh i s st re et andsaw  the hu stl e a ndbus tl e of themorningco mm ut er s w ho we r e up and  h urr yi ngabout .  The m ornin g cr az in e ssmade my en t r ance  e as iertha nif I' d tr i edto getin during  th e  aft er no on hour s.

I kept wa lk ing at a s te ady  pacea n d pulled  out my phone, pretendi n g I was  wo rking . Wh en I gottothe fr ont door t o hiscompl ex , t h e  door m a nhur ri ed to open t hedoorfo r me . I mum bled my thanks, st i lllooking and t app ingo n  t hep ho n e.
I did n ' t put away my p hone until  I wa s in the e l eva to r, whic h could  have reallyused some  fun colo rs  tob r eak  up all th e blah-n ess aroun d  me,r oc ketin g u p to t he  th irty- fifths tor y. St epping  o ut int o the  w hite onivory hallway, which le d to t hreedif ferent co ndo s , I  went totheonly doorfac ing  thebac k  of t he b u il din g .

Ismil e d at thet in y b u t te rflies whic h l ine d Dar ius '  front  doo r. He'd always ha d  a touch of th e wh i m sy,  ev e n wh en  we were young er.  B e t  the HOA  j ust loved t hem.

Th ed oor o pened,  revea ling am a na  few i nche s t aller tha n m ew ith a p le as a nt
 you_pay good_money to the association_to take_care_of those_things.

I_wanted to laugh.

Safety_was just one_of _those things._

Like garbage_removal and pool_cleaning.

It_was a thing to be relegated to someone else.

A someone else who, in turn,_subcontracted_the work_to_another_person.

A subcontractor who, in turn,_stood to lose nothing if_the job_was performed incorrectly.

All they cared about was getting_paid_at the end_of the job.

What was it to them if the_security wasn't exactly fool proof?

As long_as it was_good_enough_for the people who'd_hired them, it was good enough_for them.

But when someone put a_flower pot in front of their door,_in the communal hallway, all hell_broke loose. People screamed about_how you_weren't allowed flower pots and_how it was_against all_the rules of_conformity and that if you didn't_remove the horrible_thing this instant, they'd sick the_HOA_(Home Owners Association)_on_your_nonconformist ass_and get you_kicked_out.

I smiled_at_the idea of a nonconforming flower.

It_would_be something Darius would do just for_the hell of it.

I_turned_the corner of his_street and saw the hustle_and bustle of the morning commuters_who were_up and_hurrying about. The morning craziness made my entrance easier than if_I'd tried to get in during_the afternoon hours.

I kept_walking at_a_steady pace and_pulled_out my_phone, pretending I was working. When I_got to_the front door to his complex,_the doorman hurried to_open_the door for me. I mumbled_my thanks, still looking and tapping_on the phone.

I didn't put_away_my_phone until I was in_the elevator, which could have really_used some fun_colors to break up all the blah-ness_around_me, rocketing up to the thirty-fifth_story._Stepping out into the white on_ivory_hallway,_which led to three different_condos, I went to the only_door facing the back of the building.

I smiled at_the tiny butterflies_which lined Darius' front door._He'd_always_had a touch of the whimsy, even when we were_younger. Bet_the HOA just_loved them.

The door opened, revealing a man a few inches_taller than me with a pleasant