Lawful Good

Austin and I frequently argue over our D&D designations. I think I'm neutral good, but Austin insists I'm lawful good. I think I have too many traffic infractions to be lawful good . . .

Austin was ranting about the dress code at work, that not even the managers follow. But Austin follows it.

Austin: Look, no rips, a button-down shirt, dress shoes. X wears ripped jeans, Nike's and tees. With hoodies. All together. All the time!

Me: You know, forget my D&D designation, you're lawful good.

Austin: I'm not lawful good.

Me: You're the one ranting that no one follows procedure and no one follows the dress code. You did the same thing at JCP. You kept a little note pad with everything you did by procedure and how long it took. And you noted who all didn't do it that way.

Austin: I'm lawful neutral. Not lawful good. I follow the rules, right or wrong. I don't care about good and the betterment of society.

Me: Well, I thought it was a stretch saying you were lawful good with all the Mary Jane you smoke . . . but okay. Lawful neutral it is. And I'm neutral good.

Austin: You're lawful good.

Me: Do we have to have this argument again?