That could have been me... I once had a virus in the 90s. I didn't know I had it until I took a floppy into the university to print something, and it alerted me. So I installed McAfee, it found and took care of this virus. Then a month later my PC wouldn't boot. Long story short, I had to remove McAfee to fix it. The experience stuck with me- antivirus has caused me more problems than any virus ever did. I have lived dangerously ever since. (Though before I run anything even slightly questionable, I will fire up a disposable VM)
Yes, but how do you determine that? I'm not trying to be a smartass, but I am going through a divorce, and recently sold the house my wife and I lived in for the past 10 years. I moved out first, then after a couple weeks her lawyer informed mine that the house was vacant, so I shut off the a/c and the ring service to save money until it was ready for sale- then found out she hadn't actually moved out. I don't know if her lawyer just made a mistake, or if she lied to him, but either way they tried to claim that I was being "petty". Then it took her months to move her stuff out. At some point she did move to her mom's, but I don't know exactly when, but when I was cleaning out the refrigerator, I found stuff that had expired around the time I moved out, but that wasn't unusual for her so who tf knows. Point being, it's not always easy for someone to determine whether a property is lived in or not. Then of course you have the situation where someone goes away for say 3-6 months but intends to come back. Maybe it's a one-time thing, maybe it'll be every year, who knows? People will say whatever.
I did that when I was young and worked throwaway jobs. I used to have a manager named Rick who would routinely make fun of people's names... So I would call him Prick. To his face, of course. He tried to fire me once, but he was overruled by the owner.
Doing anything about it is a risk most can't afford to take. Smart rich people are worried, they know what will happen as the dumb rich people keep squeezing us... Eventually we'll reach the point where we have nothing left to lose, and that's when shit will hit the fan, suddenly and without warning.
I grew up in Boston, it was not only accepted, but expected.
There's an etiquette to elevators and subway trains and buses, and really any other confined space- it's better for everyone if you let people get off before you try to get on.
When I first moved to Phoenix, I was on an elevator at a mall, when the doors opened for my floor, two teenage girls tried to push their way past me and my wife... But I'm a pretty big guy, so I just kept walking. The one that was directly in front of me got knocked on her ass. I felt a little bad, I hadn't intended to hit her that hard... But only a little.
That was the point. A point that has been lost over the years.