Dear Possibly Inebriated Canadian Guy,
You might not be aware of this, but Richmond Place is a cluster of brick and concrete buildings built around a central pit of sorts. As anyone who's ever been in a stone building knows, hard surfaces tend to create echoes.
You were probably unaware of this last night when you began to have a conversation with that Russian girl. At least, I think she was Russian, since she had a vaguely Russian accent and the thread of your conversation tended to veer in the direction of her possible Communist leanings.
Sir, might I humbly suggest that grilling a young lady about her ideological bent, especially in the parking lot of Richmond Place at 4 AM, may not be the swiftest way to her affections?
May I also remind you that there's quite a difference between Republicans and Communists, no matter how strongly you feel about the Democratic Party?
Lastly, sir, as a poor bystander who merely woke from sleep to hear your conversation through her cracked window, I must agree with the security guard who repeatedly asked you to lower your voice. Telling him to f*** off was less than mannerly on your part, but perhaps this isn't the case in your part of Canada, where the Red Scare never ended and Republicans get warm, fuzzy feelings about Chairman Mao.
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