So I'm not going to be downloading this app:
The crew behind CLOO, who apparently think putting a sassy salsa soundtrack to their demo video somehow makes the notion of a stranger coming in off the street and taking a shit in your bathroom (or doing Christ only knows what else) more palatable, are incorrect in their assumption. Unless I need spare dollars to feed the worst heroin addiction mankind has ever known, or am conducting a social experiment to see how many times I can be strangled to death, I don't want strangers in my apartment using my bathroom. I don't want strangers in my apartment baking cakes. I don't want strangers in my apartment reading to me as I fall asleep. I don't want strangers in my apartment. I don't care if we have mutual friends on Facebook, as CLOO points to as a means of mitigating creepiness. Hey! It's still creepy! They're still strangers to me. I think the basic ground rule of If you don't have my phone number to personally call me for permission to use my toilet, the answer is no, works pretty well.
This has to be a joke, right?
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