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Makes me wish our phones had a printer built into them so we can pull this move anytime.I would walk by their table and just lay the pic down and walk away.

I used to try to send pics via Bluetooth in restaurants. I could see connections but couldn't hook up.Makes me wish our phones had a printer built into them so we can pull this move anytime.![]()
+1Makes me wish our phones had a printer built into them so we can pull this move anytime.![]()
I'd speculate that "we gotta go now" also meant "we ordered food but are leaving before we pay for it". Definitely not a good way to make yourself welcome at a restaurant.Heard back from the owner of the diner, he's definitely "on my side" and will try to find out who they are. Don't think they'll be welcome there no more. hehe
I'm sure. 30 years too young for me, and 30 years ago, ironically, she would've been "too fat" for me (was still a skinny guy back then, when I still had a working thyroid).I truly wonder what set that woman off. I can't see anyone leaving such a horrible note just based on a visual of you or your car.
I honestly would try to ask her why....even if the answer was offensively painful. I mean, What the hell makes this lady tick?
You sure she ain't an ex-girlfriend?
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.
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 also bullied terribly as a kid. I was tall, thin, geeky, and socially awkward (shy / introvert). I was bigger than the bullies, but not aggressive, and they never came at me 1:1, always like 5:1 or so. One of them made the mistake of bullying me 1:1 exactly once. Now, I tend to remain calm and peaceful, mind my own business, but I do have quite a temper when it eventually boils over. That day, it did. He punched me in the gut as usual, so I picked him up way over my head and threw him down head first on a big rock. He left me alone after that. Didn't learn his lesson though - he went off to some southern football college on a scholarship (he was the HS quarterback), apparently mouthed off inappropriately, and got himself beaten up and put into the hospital by his own offensive linemen. Never finished school, came back home and became a used car salesman (while I went on to much bigger and better things).
Time wounds all heels.![]()
Oh it's mentioned in the note. I don't feel like transcribing the whole thing here though. So much hate, still upsetting just to read it.Why do you keep mentioning what car you drive? Your precis of the note did not include any reference to it.