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Cross posted from the Hifi thread.

So I've got this McIntosh Amp I bought along with a console when my mom sold her house.  It was in a high moisture environment (other than S. Austin's mom) during Hurricane Harvey, but it didn't get wet directly.  All other components were fine when I tested it, but the amp crapped out.  So I take it to a guy one town over.  He's not McIntosh certified repair guy, but he's been repairing stereos since the 1970s, so he's probably better (and certainly cheaper).  I drop it off in mid January, I'm wearing a mask, but he seems like he doesn't worry about covid too much.  We chat, he seems like a kick ass stereo repair guy, and after paying up front $50 for the bench fee/analysis, I leave.  As I do, I think to myself, given the stereotypical physical image of vintage stereo repair guy, which he is, I hope he doesn't get covid.  He told me to give him a few weeks to get to it.  So I wait a week longer than that and call.  No answer.  No answering machine.  Nada.  I do this for a few days and start to realize that something's wrong.  I call a friend one town over, and she drops by the shop.  She sends me a picture of the sign on the door, "Gone to doctor.  Back on Monday."  It's Thursday.  So I, rationally/irrationally, wait until the following Monday before I call again.  Same story.  Lots of rings, no answer, no machine.  So I stalk him on FB and find his page.  It's him on the hospital bed with an O2 mask on.  Caption, "Covid!".  I thumb through the comments.  By the time I found him, he'd been on a ventilator since shortly after that picture (over a month). 

So this is terrible for him and his family.  But (in my best Larry voice), there's the matter of this vintage McIntosh stereo amp I dropped off with him a few weeks before he fell ill.  I know where I set it, if you (his loved one/friend) could just leave the hospital for a minute and meet me over at the shop, I can get it and be out of your hair in just a few minutes.

Naturally, not actually being Larry David, I did not go this route. 

Well, I sort of did.  Except, I wrote a letter in which I feigned any knowledge of his condition and expressed concern for his well being, given his disappearance from the shop, and, oh, there's the matter of my stereo locked in your building.  But it was nicer than that.  I also mentioned (true story) that my wife became ill and tried to run a business at the same time.  Tough is an understatement.  But I know this is worse.  Anyway, we dropped it in the mail slot on the side of his shop (initial plan was to tape it to the door under the "Sorry Folks, park's closed" "gone to doctor" sign he had taped up there.  So about a day later, I have a message from a friend of his, thanking me for the letter, saying they are going through his inventory, and have my info.  Great!  No hurry.   No problem.  And, it actually worked out.  A friend of his got in touch with me, met me on the interstate, and I got it back. 

Then, I had to drive it, (along with the preamp, the speakers, and the turntable because let's just do this once) to Fort Worth to be worked on in a certificated technician manner, and for twice the price.  But I'm just ready to have this done right so I can listen to some tunes.

 

So tell me about your Larry David moments.  Hum the "Frolic" theme while you type.  I find it helps.

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2 hours ago, bschoolprof said:

I was giving an exam last semester via zoom and students were sending me private zoom message if they had a question.

Them: "Prof, does question #2 refer to year 1 or year 2." Me: "I don't know - let me look and get back to you."  

One student (hottie, probably one of your daughters) asked me: "Can I get up to go to the bathroom?"  I told her: Sure.

Another student asked an exam question.  I replied: "Let me look."  

Except I didn't realize zoom automatically defaults the message back to the last recipient unless I click on the new recipient's name.

So the convo to the hottie looked like this to her:

" Can I go to the bathroom?"  Me: "Yes. Let me look."

Oops.  

 

Now we're getting this thread up to speed.

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My dad got remarried after my mom died and I went skiing with him and his wife, along with her sons and their kids.

I'm on a lift with one of my step brother's kids and another kid is in the lift chair behind us, going crazy banging his poles against the different pats of the chair. I turn around and ask him if he's taken his ritalin. We get off the lift and go to the left, and he goes to the right.

The other kids and I ski for a couple of hours and head back to the condo. As I walk through the door step brother says he needs to talk to me. We go into a bedroom and close the door and he starts yelling at me. "I don't know how things are in your family, but in this family we don't joke about ritalin". Turns out the kid was on ritalin for years, and the teachers at the podunk school would make a big production out of him taking it, making him take it in front of the class and mocking/making fun of him while he did. After he got off the lift behind us he went back to the condo and cried for a few hours.

I went out and apologized to the boy and he admitted he was too sensitive about it and he needed to get over it. The rest of the weekend whenever someone would bring up a shortcoming or bad trait of one of the other family members one of my step brothers would turn to me and snarkily say "Bob, would you like to add something to that to make fun of them too" 

Step brothers forgave me by the end of the week and we ended up friends. Step mom was a total cunt and dad divorced her a few months later.

 

 

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25 minutes ago, blacklab said:

My dad got remarried after my mom died and I went skiing with him and his wife, along with her sons and their kids.

I'm on a lift with one of my step brother's kids and another kid is in the lift chair behind us, going crazy banging his poles against the different pats of the chair. I turn around and ask him if he's taken his ritalin. We get off the lift and go to the left, and he goes to the right.

The other kids and I ski for a couple of hours and head back to the condo. As I walk through the door step brother says he needs to talk to me. We go into a bedroom and close the door and he starts yelling at me. "I don't know how things are in your family, but in this family we don't joke about ritalin". Turns out the kid was on ritalin for years, and the teachers at the podunk school would make a big production out of him taking it, making him take it in front of the class and mocking/making fun of him while he did. After he got off the lift behind us he went back to the condo and cried for a few hours.

I went out and apologized to the boy and he admitted he was too sensitive about it and he needed to get over it. The rest of the weekend whenever someone would bring up a shortcoming or bad trait of one of the other family members one of my step brothers would turn to me and snarkily say "Bob, would you like to add something to that to make fun of them too" 

Step brothers forgave me by the end of the week and we ended up friends. Step mom was a total cunt and dad divorced her a few months later.

 

 

Her sons sound like cunts too

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7 hours ago, bschoolprof said:

I was giving an exam last semester via zoom and students were sending me private zoom message if they had a question.

Them: "Prof, does question #2 refer to year 1 or year 2." Me: "I don't know - let me look and get back to you."  

One student (hottie, probably one of your daughters) asked me: "Can I get up to go to the bathroom?"  I told her: Sure.

Another student asked an exam question.  I replied: "Let me look."  

Except I didn't realize zoom automatically defaults the message back to the last recipient unless I click on the new recipient's name.

So the convo to the hottie looked like this to her:

" Can I go to the bathroom?"  Me: "Yes. Let me look."

Oops.  

 

GDit, did she say yes or no?  Horny minds want to know. 

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Haha this just happened to me a couple of days ago.

We have a bunch of cars (username yadda yadda) so garage and driveway is full.  To park in front of our house I have to navigate a cul de sac to turn around and hit the spot.  I'm coming back from buying a few groceries, there's a plumber's truck in the cul de sac to my right as I start my left turn, so the radius is cut a bit. On the last part of the left turn I notice some dude is in the street doing fucking jumping jacks.  I figure I can make it without reversing and do it no problem.  I exist with groceries in tow.

Jumping Jack:  Hey man, you were really close to me.  That was unnecessary.

Me:  WTF are you talking about?

JJ: I was exercising here and you just drove past me.

Me:  Yes I did, what's your point?

JJ:  You drive dangerously.  I've seen you do this to other people in the past.

Me: I've never seen you in my fucking life, and I've lived here for 20 years.

JJ: You should know better if you've lived here that long.  There was no need to cut it that close.

Me:  A) see that fucking truck, it cuts an already close radius even closer. B) I wasn't even close to you and C) you're exercising in the goddamn street.

JJ:  Pedestrians have the right of way in the street.

Me: (almost yelling). When they're in a fucking crosswalk.  My ice cream is melting, continue on with your fucking jumping jacks.

 

Had to check a few times to make sure he didn't vandalize my car.

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I thought of another one...

This is a little over 20 years ago and I am working in restaurants. I had graduated massage therapy school probably six or seven months earlier and like the majority of massage school graduates, I didn’t end up doing it as an occupation.  
 

Waiting tables and freelance programming were paying the bills back then and offered an easier and less physically draining way to make money. 
 

It’s early on a dinner shift I’m working and two of the owners of the massage school come in and sit in my section.

They remember me because I was a student not long ago and we exchange pleasantries. The whole chef craze thing is really taking off at this point in time, Iron Chef all that. 

Already I have seen the cold slap of reality hit people we have hired in the kitchen who have just graduated from chef school but never actually worked in restaurants before. I guess they didn’t really understand they would be scrubbing fryers, pulling up mats, and generally busting their asses a long time for low pay while being burdened with significant student debt from chef school. An awful lot of them didn’t make it.

I guess this was all in my 20-something brain because it’s the only explanation for the shit that came out of my mouth next...

The owners asked me if I was doing massage therapy and I said no. That really should have been the end of it but.... 

“No, I decided not to pursue massage therapy although it’s still a great skill to have. It’s kind of like a lot of these new kitchen people we have (gesturing to the open kitchen & people behind the line). 

Take this chef craze going on right now for example. Most of these students coming out of school right now have underestimated the grind & physically draining nature of the job.

A lot of them won‚Äôt even be doing this a year from now. There are easier & more lucrative ways to make money than this and the people who are really profiting are the ones who own the chef schools. Kind of like massage therapy.‚ÄĚ.

They ate quickly in general silence and never came back again.   
 


 

 

 

 

 

 

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Years ago we were trying to get some business going with a significant potential customer.  After a couple of promising meetings with Janet Jones(not her real name) who was quite bitchy and cold, I sent an email requesting another appointment and got a response from Janet Smith.  I sensed a good topic to develop some rapport, she couldn’t possibly be cold and bitchy about getting married.  
 

I was immediately befuddled as she responded to my congratulations on her marriage with a cold stare.  Yup, she had gotten divorced.

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On 3/27/2021 at 4:21 PM, blacklab said:

My dad got remarried after my mom died and I went skiing with him and his wife, along with her sons and their kids.

I'm on a lift with one of my step brother's kids and another kid is in the lift chair behind us, going crazy banging his poles against the different pats of the chair. I turn around and ask him if he's taken his ritalin. We get off the lift and go to the left, and he goes to the right.

The other kids and I ski for a couple of hours and head back to the condo. As I walk through the door step brother says he needs to talk to me. We go into a bedroom and close the door and he starts yelling at me. "I don't know how things are in your family, but in this family we don't joke about ritalin". Turns out the kid was on ritalin for years, and the teachers at the podunk school would make a big production out of him taking it, making him take it in front of the class and mocking/making fun of him while he did. After he got off the lift behind us he went back to the condo and cried for a few hours.

I went out and apologized to the boy and he admitted he was too sensitive about it and he needed to get over it. The rest of the weekend whenever someone would bring up a shortcoming or bad trait of one of the other family members one of my step brothers would turn to me and snarkily say "Bob, would you like to add something to that to make fun of them too" 

Step brothers forgave me by the end of the week and we ended up friends. Step mom was a total cunt and dad divorced her a few months later.

 

 

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This one is about a guy with whom I went to law school.  He was a funny guy.  But he regularly got into trouble with the shit he'd say.  Or as I often say now in my own defense, you say a lot of stupid things sometimes when you're trying to be funny. 

Anyway, it's toward the end of our second year of law school.  He was studying or some such and has to go take a leak.  He goes into the restroom and pulls up to the urinal.  There's a guy at the urinal next to his, and not making any long glances anywhere in a public restroom, he thinks it is I in the adjacent pisser.  So with a smirk, he looks to the right and downward, and says, "Nice penis."  He then looks up and makes eye contact with the complete stranger next to him, who is unamused.  He zips up and bolts. 

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On 3/27/2021 at 10:36 AM, dcbc said:

Cross posted from the Hifi thread.

So I've got this McIntosh Amp I bought along with a console when my mom sold her house.  It was in a high moisture environment (other than S. Austin's mom) during Hurricane Harvey, but it didn't get wet directly.  All other components were fine when I tested it, but the amp crapped out.  So I take it to a guy one town over.  He's not McIntosh certified repair guy, but he's been repairing stereos since the 1970s, so he's probably better (and certainly cheaper).  I drop it off in mid January, I'm wearing a mask, but he seems like he doesn't worry about covid too much.  We chat, he seems like a kick ass stereo repair guy, and after paying up front $50 for the bench fee/analysis, I leave.  As I do, I think to myself, given the stereotypical physical image of vintage stereo repair guy, which he is, I hope he doesn't get covid.  He told me to give him a few weeks to get to it.  So I wait a week longer than that and call.  No answer.  No answering machine.  Nada.  I do this for a few days and start to realize that something's wrong.  I call a friend one town over, and she drops by the shop.  She sends me a picture of the sign on the door, "Gone to doctor.  Back on Monday."  It's Thursday.  So I, rationally/irrationally, wait until the following Monday before I call again.  Same story.  Lots of rings, no answer, no machine.  So I stalk him on FB and find his page.  It's him on the hospital bed with an O2 mask on.  Caption, "Covid!".  I thumb through the comments.  By the time I found him, he'd been on a ventilator since shortly after that picture (over a month). 

So this is terrible for him and his family.  But (in my best Larry voice), there's the matter of this vintage McIntosh stereo amp I dropped off with him a few weeks before he fell ill.  I know where I set it, if you (his loved one/friend) could just leave the hospital for a minute and meet me over at the shop, I can get it and be out of your hair in just a few minutes.

Naturally, not actually being Larry David, I did not go this route. 

Well, I sort of did.  Except, I wrote a letter in which I feigned any knowledge of his condition and expressed concern for his well being, given his disappearance from the shop, and, oh, there's the matter of my stereo locked in your building.  But it was nicer than that.  I also mentioned (true story) that my wife became ill and tried to run a business at the same time.  Tough is an understatement.  But I know this is worse.  Anyway, we dropped it in the mail slot on the side of his shop (initial plan was to tape it to the door under the "Sorry Folks, park's closed" "gone to doctor" sign he had taped up there.  So about a day later, I have a message from a friend of his, thanking me for the letter, saying they are going through his inventory, and have my info.  Great!  No hurry.   No problem.  And, it actually worked out.  A friend of his got in touch with me, met me on the interstate, and I got it back. 

Then, I had to drive it, (along with the preamp, the speakers, and the turntable because let's just do this once) to Fort Worth to be worked on in a certificated technician manner, and for twice the price.  But I'm just ready to have this done right so I can listen to some tunes.

 

So tell me about your Larry David moments.  Hum the "Frolic" theme while you type.  I find it helps.

Did he die?  That info needs to be in the story for completeness. 

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On 3/28/2021 at 9:42 PM, nnm said:
Did he die?  That info needs to be in the story for completeness. 

No, I've been keeping tabs on him.  Covid didn't get him, but there's a secondary infection that has really done a number on him.  He's off the vent and sedation meds, has some neural function, but still hasn't waked up.  Suffice it to say, it is unlikely that he'll be back at work for a while, if ever, unfortunately.

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Working at a Mexican restaurant a few years ago.  New Hispanic hottie is filling out paperwork.  A bunch of us guys are ogling her when I say, "Watch and learn".

I walk up to her and smoothly say, "Hola Senorita.  Como esta."

She replies, "I'm from India you idiot".  

Oops.

It took a threesome with her and another chick 2 months later to live that one down with my friends.

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1 hour ago, Knoxtnhorn said:

Working at a Mexican restaurant a few years ago.  New Hispanic hottie is filling out paperwork.  A bunch of us guys are ogling her when I say, "Watch and learn".

I walk up to her and smoothly say, "Hola Senorita.  Como esta."

She replies, "I'm from India you idiot".  

Oops.

It took a threesome with her and another chick 2 months later to live that one down with my friends.

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My temper has gotten me in trouble a couple of times.  Coaching an 8th grade girls parochial school basketball team.  Qualified for national tournament in Valparaiso IN.  Driving to get dinner in van with team and a couple of team Moms.  Bitch almost hits us in the parking lot running a stop sign and cutting the corner too close.  Scared me a little and I scream "Learn to drive you fucking cunt!".  I look back in the rear view mirror and everyone is studiously looking anywhere but at me.  My wife was in the passenger seat and I thought she was going to die.  It's quiet for a minute and for some reason I think it would be a good idea to say. "Well did y'all see what she did?".

The other time was watching Texas v Tech at a sports bar in Brownwood with some friends while camping at Lake Brownwood.  We were getting hosed by the refs as usual, and I scream at Cooper Castleberry, "You're a god damned retard!"  I don't say that any more but this was a long time ago.  My friends are all silent and I look over and the only other occupied table in the place is from the local home for the menally challenged.  That one was tough.  I felt about 2 inches tall.  I still get well deserved shit for that one.

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1 hour ago, Felix said:

My temper has gotten me in trouble a couple of times.  Coaching an 8th grade girls parochial school basketball team.  Qualified for national tournament in Valparaiso IN.  Driving to get dinner in van with team and a couple of team Moms.  Bitch almost hits us in the parking lot running a stop sign and cutting the corner too close.  Scared me a little and I scream "Learn to drive you fucking cunt!".  I look back in the rear view mirror and everyone is studiously looking anywhere but at me.  My wife was in the passenger seat and I thought she was going to die.  It's quiet for a minute and for some reason I think it would be a good idea to say. "Well did y'all see what she did?".

 

@Jameslaw121 did something similar when we were younger.  He was driving our grandmother to Dallas.  Coincidentally, from Brownwood.  Anyway, he was always the "perfect" one of the three of us boys as he was the youngest.  Someone cut him off on 635 and he went on quite the cuss-laden rant.  I thought I was going to have a heart attack from laughing so hard.

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Back in 2004 or so when we were living in San Francisco, my¬†wife¬†and I were almost home and stopped at a red light during heavy rush hour traffic. A car stops in the middle of the intersection right in front of us just as our light turns green.¬†I hit the horn and both the wife and I give them the double middle finger while yelling things like ‚Äúfuck you‚ÄĚ and ‚Äúfucking assholes.‚ÄĚ The people in the car look at us in shock.¬†

The intersection clears, we turn left and are behind the other car. Next intersection, we have to turn left to get home (a lot of one way streets in our neighborhood). The people we cursed out turn left. ‚ÄúMaybe they‚Äôre heading to a different¬†highway entrance to the Bay Bridge?‚Ä̬†says my wife.¬†

Our condo was¬†on a little one-way side street off Folsom St. Nobody turns onto¬†that street unless they live on it. The other car turns onto that street. Fuck. ‚ÄúThey probably live down the block‚ÄĚ I say to my wife.¬†

We’re right behind them and before I can open the garage door to the parking garage, it starts opening and they pull in. We drove around the block before going into the garage. 

We saw them a few weeks later in the elevator. No words were spoken. But we all knew. 

Cue theme song. 

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On 3/28/2021 at 4:14 PM, Marfa Low Crown said:

I thought of another one...

This is a little over 20 years ago and I am working in restaurants. I had graduated massage therapy school probably six or seven months earlier and like the majority of massage school graduates, I didn’t end up doing it as an occupation.  
 

Waiting tables and freelance programming were paying the bills back then and offered an easier and less physically draining way to make money. 
 

It’s early on a dinner shift I’m working and two of the owners of the massage school come in and sit in my section.

They remember me because I was a student not long ago and we exchange pleasantries. The whole chef craze thing is really taking off at this point in time, Iron Chef all that. 

Already I have seen the cold slap of reality hit people we have hired in the kitchen who have just graduated from chef school but never actually worked in restaurants before. I guess they didn’t really understand they would be scrubbing fryers, pulling up mats, and generally busting their asses a long time for low pay while being burdened with significant student debt from chef school. An awful lot of them didn’t make it.

I guess this was all in my 20-something brain because it’s the only explanation for the shit that came out of my mouth next...

The owners asked me if I was doing massage therapy and I said no. That really should have been the end of it but.... 

“No, I decided not to pursue massage therapy although it’s still a great skill to have. It’s kind of like a lot of these new kitchen people we have (gesturing to the open kitchen & people behind the line). 

Take this chef craze going on right now for example. Most of these students coming out of school right now have underestimated the grind & physically draining nature of the job.

A lot of them won‚Äôt even be doing this a year from now. There are easier & more lucrative ways to make money than this and the people who are really profiting are the ones who own the chef schools. Kind of like massage therapy.‚ÄĚ.

They ate quickly in general silence and never came back again.   
 

Damn, I would have lost money on betting if the words ‚ÄúInstagram‚ÄĚ or ‚ÄúDeshaun¬†Watson‚ÄĚ showed up later in your post

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3 hours ago, HornPhD said:

. A car stops in the middle of the intersection right in front of us just as our light turns green.¬†I hit the horn and both the wife and I give them the double middle finger while yelling things like ‚Äúfuck you‚ÄĚ and ‚Äúfucking assholes.‚ÄĚ

Does your wife have a sister who’s single? 

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Does your wife have a sister who’s single? 

She does. Plus, her sister is an M.D. that loves drinking beer and whiskey and will watch whatever sport. My wife is doing the screening, though. 

I got really lucky with my wife and her family. For example, their mom has a beer fridge that is always fully stocked when we visit. 

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When I returned to school in 2010 to get a teaching degree, I had to attend a statewide meeting of soon-to-be grads at TN Tech in Cookeville.  I was with a group of cohorts and, as usual, wasn't paying a bit of attention.  Suddenly, I see a ball fly through the air and, out of instinct, catch it.  Bad idea.  Turns out the moderator had thrown the ball looking for someone to come up on stage and do a mock interview.  He would play the roll of principal; I would be the teacher seeking a job.  I tried to bow out but I couldn't.

So I go up on stage in front of about 700 future teachers.  Normally, I'm fine with public speaking but, not without warning.  So, I sit down.  The conversation goes something like this.

Moderator/Principal: So.  Why did you want to become a teacher?

I had no idea what to say.  I got really nervous and my mind drew a blank.  I replied something along the lines of...

"Well.  When my wife finished grad school and began to teach, she told me I had to get a real career.  I saw how easy teaching seemed to be, so I thought, what the he....ck"

The room went completely silent except for my friends who were trying to stifle their laughter.  Moderator shoos me off stage.  End scene.

 

 

 

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This one is about a guy with whom I went to law school.  He was a funny guy.  But he regularly got into trouble with the shit he'd say.  Or as I often say now in my own defense, you say a lot of stupid things sometimes when you're trying to be funny. 
Anyway, it's toward the end of our second year of law school.  He was studying or some such and has to go take a leak.  He goes into the restroom and pulls up to the urinal.  There's a guy at the urinal next to his, and not making any long glances anywhere in a public restroom, he thinks it is I in the adjacent pisser.  So with a smirk, he looks to the right and downward, and says, "Nice penis."  He then looks up and makes eye contact with the complete stranger next to him, who is unamused.  He zips up and bolts. 

Um. Do we know each other? Because I did that in either my 1L or 2L year
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8 hours ago, SquishMitten said:


Um. Do we know each other? Because I did that in either my 1L or 2L year

Do you have a beer unofficially named after you at a Dallas brewery?

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10 hours ago, SquishMitten said:

I think I pos repped almost every post except the OP. Had to go back and rep it just for sparkling a slew of great stories

I realize the OP is a bit more on the sad-awkward side rather than the funny-awkward side of things, and I come off as a bit of a selfish prick.  But when it was going down, all I could think of was WWLDD?

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Ten or 12 years ago my son was in Little League, and the ex and I would trade innings riding herd on his little sister, who was then about three. So it was my inning with her, and we strolled over to a little playground near the diamond, where there was an uptight West U mom with her daughter, who was about six, I'd guess. Mom is yakking away on her phone and apparently does not see me and daughter come over to the playground. 

West U Mom's daughter is one of those very confident little girls who talks to strangers, so she immediately engages me in some kind of chit-chat. Meanwhile, my daughter runs off behind a large playground set-up of some kind -- I can still see her, but through the equipment. Meanwhile, Little Miss Thing gets on the monkey bars and says "HEY MISTER, LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!" She's hanging off the monkey bars upside down, and the hem of her skirt is up around her neck....That's when West U Mom finally looks up from her phone -- he daughter is dangling off the monkey bars showing some strange man with no kid in sight her bare belly and panties. 

She comes running over and grabs her daughter and I'm like "IT WAS HER FAULT! I DIDN'T ASK HER TO DO THAT! I HAVE A KID! YOU NEED TO TELL YOUR KID NOT TO TALK TO STRANGERS!"

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45 minutes ago, MaybeACoordinator said:

Ten or 12 years ago my son was in Little League, and the ex and I would trade innings riding herd on his little sister, who was then about three. So it was my inning with her, and we strolled over to a little playground near the diamond, where there was an uptight West U mom with her daughter, who was about six, I'd guess. Mom is yakking away on her phone and apparently does not see me and daughter come over to the playground. 

West U Mom's daughter is one of those very confident little girls who talks to strangers, so she immediately engages me in some kind of chit-chat. Meanwhile, my daughter runs off behind a large playground set-up of some kind -- I can still see her, but through the equipment. Meanwhile, Little Miss Thing gets on the monkey bars and says "HEY MISTER, LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!" She's hanging off the monkey bars upside down, and the hem of her skirt is up around her neck....That's when West U Mom finally looks up from her phone -- he daughter is dangling off the monkey bars showing some strange man with no kid in sight her bare belly and panties. 

She comes running over and grabs her daughter and I'm like "IT WAS HER FAULT! I DIDN'T ASK HER TO DO THAT! I HAVE A KID! YOU NEED TO TELL YOUR KID NOT TO TALK TO STRANGERS!"

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Same ballfields, the Karens called the cops on a "suspicious person" watching a girls' softball game alone in his car with no kids of his own in sight. Or so they thought. 

Said creep was Craig Biggio, who was not in the mood to deal with his fans that night. 

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Another one.

Several years ago I took my dog to the vet for a checkup.  In the exam room, the vet tech is taking the dog’s vitals, including a temperature check.  My dog did not appreciate the unannounced violation and starts scooching forward, trying to get away from the intrusion.  So I try to speak some comforting words to calm him down.  

Now what I think in my head is:¬†‚ÄúAww,¬†buddy.¬†¬†it‚Äôs OK. ¬†That would agitate me too.‚ÄĚ

What comes out of my mouth, and what the female vet tech hears is, ‚ÄúAww, buddy. It‚Äôs OK. That would excite me too.‚ÄĚ


Just to clarify, I am not NowThis.  

surl: ‚ÄúThat‚Äôs exactly what NowThis would say.‚ÄĚ
 

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