Stedman!! Get off your fat butt and turn off that XBox! aka Dia cinque

See that car? That's the car of shame.

I went to see a townhouse on my lunch break, and the owner wasn't supposed to be at home.  Well, that ended up being true... but it didn't end up how Marva and I had expected it to be.  When I first saw the red car in the driveway, I got this vibe that something wasn't exactly kosher.  When we got to the door, instead of just using the key to get in, Marva rang the doorbell.  I just knew someone would answer, but little did we know the blue collar Stedman Graham would answer the door. Upon answering the door, he told us that his girlfriend was the one that owned the townhouse and that he was just getting in.  Apparently, Mr. Graham over there wasn't aware that people were going to be coming to view the house... so he cautioned us of the mess.  To keep the story really short (cuz the clock is tic-tic-tickin'), he'd just returned from a game of golf (at 1:30pm) and had apparently retired to the upstairs loft to watch a few "internet videos" a few minutes before we arrived.  While we toured the house, Mr. Graham sat downstairs playing what sounded like Halo II on the ol'  XBox or Playstation.  I saw underwear sitting on top of an unmade bed, denim overalls on the floor next to the bed, lovely magazines in the bathroom and computer loft (next to the "internet videos").  I couldn't get out of that place fast enough. 

Why is it ok for grown men to crash at their girlfriend's house, trash the place, hook up some good old internet porn, play golf, and lose repeatedly on Halo II while sitting of the floor of the living room (surrounded by papers, food, and random articles of clothing?

GAH.