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.

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.

To get around back, go left. Because left is right and right is wrong so the only thing left that’s right is left.

Churches are like this. You enter through the front door and you are in the back.

When she prefers anal.

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.

Guess who’s back…

Many southern Appalachian houses built this way. There isn’t even a path to our front door.

I see this a lot in car-dependent cities… the street entrance is closed and you have to go through the parking lot, which just sucks especially if the neighborhood is otherwise walkable.

Kinky.