Her and her male SO were definitely in it together, probably doesn't go farther than that.
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Whelp....
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Thanks everyone for helping me stay sane through this. I'm considering the matter closed unless they're stupid enough to mess with me again.
Yeah could be, they were both glued to their phones until they must've noticed me giving them the sidelong stankeye - looked at them, back at my phone, then at their car, then back at my phone, then they got up and left in a huff. haha. LUZERZ! hehe
"Sidelong Stankeye" might be my next band name. 
Hey OP, I'm sorry that's happened to you. Regardless of your weight nobody's got the right to make you feel like that. It's harassment plain and simple.
Well, let's put it this way - I bet they're feeling a lot worse about it this evening than I am! BUSTED!! hehe
Honestly, just finished reading through the thread. In my line of work, I can come up with a few ways to deal with that kind of person. None of which I'm going to write down on here, but I'm sure you can imagine. Of course, violence never solves problems, it's mostly a great way of multiplying them. What a person like this needs is probably really a good talking to and maybe some self reflection on how beauty is a skin-deep thing.
Good on you for coming up with a real, workable solution and sticking up for yourself.
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Yeah, I'll admit Friday night I was feeling hurt and got some relief entertaining nasty revenge fantasies, but when it comes down to it, that's just not me. I feel like they saddled me with a bag of poop, and tonight, I handed it back to them. Not my problem any more, free of them now (I hope, if not, yeah, I'll get nasty, but I'll let the police do the hard part).
Good on ya, judging by how you carry yourself on this board you don't really seem the antisocial or violent type.
I thought bullying was left to 5th grade kids...... this person that is being a jerk to @bholder must keep some mighty lofty company.
I said it already but I truly find it fascinating. I wanna talk to this woman. I wanna know everything about her. I was (and still am) a fat weirdo and regularly got bullied when I was a kid. Rarely physically but mostly psychologically. As an adult I can understand why it happened. I was a target and douchebags pounced, and the reasons aren’t a mystery. Problems at home. Bad parenting, etc. The reasons kids bully other kids isn’t hard to figure out but this adult took it upon herself to bully another adult. Kids aren’t who they are yet. They’re becoming that person. This woman is who she is and this is the choice she made.
You'd be surprised, I've seen some stuff that gets just plain silly. Some people just think they're beyond reproach or something.
But he's an affable sociopath. Says so right there under his avatar
Yeah but he's affable, it evens out I guess.But he's an affable sociopath. Says so right there under his avatar
If you see their car again, just leave a Tesla CD on their car with note that says, "I hope you like Tesla music. I know who you are".
I was bullied as a kid, too. Imagine being an ultra skinny, red haired freckle faced kid that stuttered worse than Porky Pig...... yep, that was me. Seemed like every time I turned a corner there was someone laughing at or mocking me.
Karma is a ***** and I'm watching it play out on those people that mocked me as a kid.
I got it bad in junior high. This one kid Greg was merciless. He made a point of humiliating me in front of girls. It wasn’t good. A few years later when we were both seniors in high school I met him at a party. I was mad, but I wasn’t gonna go after him. I’m not violent like that, even though I had about six inches and a hundred pounds on him and wasn’t the wimpy little ball of mush I was a few years prior. But he saw me, took me aside, and apologized profusely. He made no excuses or lies but told me he realizes now how hurtful it was. We talked it out. He was getting laughs from his douchebag friends and that was all the motivation it took to keep bothering me. It was an interesting experience. I forgave him and we were friends for years after, but have since lost touch.
Me too. School was no joke. It was like a daily battle, always watching.
I was beaten up, robbed, spitted, made fun of, clothes hidden after the gym, pants pulled down in gym classes, and one particularly feared, "O Poste" (the post).
Basically, 4 animals picked you up, by your legs and arms, and then they rubbed your parts hard against the post. Imagine extracting juice from an orange in those manual machines. It was like that. And the posts in my school were square.
I haven't thought of that in a long time. From 10 to 15 years old I went to that school.
Some of those animals are dead, others are or were junkies. I was one of the best students in that horrible school and now I look at those specimens and feel sad for them.
I was beaten up, robbed, spitted, made fun of, clothes hidden after the gym, pants pulled down in gym classes, and one particularly feared, "O Poste" (the post).
Basically, 4 animals picked you up, by your legs and arms, and then they rubbed your parts hard against the post. Imagine extracting juice from an orange in those manual machines. It was like that. And the posts in my school were square.
I haven't thought of that in a long time. From 10 to 15 years old I went to that school.
Some of those animals are dead, others are or were junkies. I was one of the best students in that horrible school and now I look at those specimens and feel sad for them.
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