Friday Confessions

Dante and I alternate Fridays collecting confessions from deprived Stoolies... It's a blog series aimed at getting clicks from the Comment Section, and they rarely disappoint.

But I'll go first…

Last week, after checking into the Hilton, I executed the classic no-look hit-the-CLOSE DOOR-button-move while an older couple approached with luggage asking me to hold the elevator I was in.

I sheepishly shrugged and mouthed the words "I'm sorry" as the doors closed in their wrinkled faces while I pretended to search for the OPEN DOOR button.

If there's anything you need to get off your chest, then the comments are open.

Two Hail Marys, three Our Fathers, and slip a 20 in the collection box on the way out… All is forgiven.

-Large