My front door faces the back by normal standards. The side of our house facing the road has no door. Our one door opens onto the porch, and having that porch face the road instead of the forest would have been ridiculous.
You would not believe the number of people who walk up the driveway, don’t see a door, and get absolutely flummoxed about where to go… The gravel path CLEARLY goes around to the other side of the house, but that is not hint enough. We have had people knock at our bedroom window instead of following the path to find a door.
Churches are like this. You enter through the front door and you are in the back.
When she prefers anal.
Instructions Unclear
Playing album from The Front Bottoms are Back on Top
But which one of the two doors is lying?
You have to ask it a carefully crafted question, something along the lines of “if I were to go through other door, would I then be outside the house” and if it says yes you have to go through it but if it says no then you have to go through the other one.
Reminded me of this math joke:
A physicist, engineer, and mathematician are asked by a local farmer to build the smallest fence they possibly can to hold in all of his sheep.
The physicist builds a big fence and slowly reduces the size until he can’t reduce the fence any longer.
The engineer measures each sheep, stacks them in a specific way, and then builds a fence around them.
The mathematician builds a small fence around himself, then defines himself to be outside the fence.
Sometimes it’s fun to enter the front door around the back
Guess who’s back…
Back again…
Front is back…
Tell some men.
But not for long…
The way out, is in. The way over, is under.
Front is back, the gate is down, what next?
Kinky.
My grandparents’ house was built this way. The front door was facing the street and connected to a family room that they never used, while the back door was facing the carport and connected to a sitting room that they were always sitting in. So the back door was regarded as the front door, even by the neighbors.
Even they were surprised when someone rang the front doorbell.
My childhood home was like that too. We only ever went in the garage door on the side of the house so the front door felt foreign to me and the few times we used it felt weird.
We also just go in through the garage. Either via car or through the door at the back. The only people using the actual main door are guests.
Many southern Appalachian houses built this way. There isn’t even a path to our front door.
growing up in my grandmothers house, she never ever ever used the front door except if there was some kind of event like a funeral. It was like, the fancy door.
they also almost never used the living room except when people were visiting.
Everything you know is wrong, black is white, up is down and short is long- Weird Al Yankovic
