Hell no! In fact, go to hell!

[cold]

"I had a really stressfull day today. I wish I were with you right now." My girl wrote in a text-message earlier. It's about 9 PM when I got the message. I finished my dinner, and called her "What's up babe?" She began to tell me about how her professor has been handing out really hard assignments lately, and the toll it's taking on her. After I listened to her, I tried to relate with her and reassure her that she can accomplish her goal.

In the few moments it took to help her feel better, we were joking in no time. She told me she felt better. She told me she loves me and that she misses me; but not before I told her first. This is the moment. The moment, where I can really feel myself becoming apart of this wonderful being. This beautiful girl. An enchanting and mysterious beauty, which leaves me to ask: Where does her beauty come from? How can I dive into her to seek out every wall and lock; only to see what's behind them and inside?

I then began to tell her about how I stood in line today at a Burlington Coat Factory for almost 10 minutes because the "Price-check" lady was old, and apathetic. She related to me by telling me about the 7-11s near her campus. "Horrible long lines" she said. "And don't get me started about the people who beg for money outside the store, that already have jobs." Intrigued, I asked her "Do you know why they stand outside, and beg anyways?" - "Yeah. Because they make more money doing that, than what they make at their jobs." - "That's right. You know what? If I had the nerve I'd spit at them!" I say with a stern voice, and listen to her giggle. "Ok, ok, I might not spit at them. But c'mon! There are people out there that are starving and without a home, and these punks are masquerading their fake agenda!" She giggles again, and agrees that these people need to go. We wrap up the conversation, and hang-up.

__________


What's the lesson for today? Tell a tourist, to go fuck-off! That's like a perfectly healthy man, standing outside an emergency room pushing sick and/or dying people out of the way, just so he can use an IV or something. Well, it's a blown-up example, but relative none-the-less (either way, my mind is straying). But wait! I'm not done. Even though my writings have been absent lately, I want to hear about a time you told an impostor to fuck-off.


Now, I'm off to smoke. Maybe come back and listen to some more Rollins Band. Those guys rock.

[Katie]

It reminds me of the time I gave money to this old man who stood on the corner between the mall and the Mormon temple and would ask me for money everyday when I was walking to work. I usually don't give out money but this particular man creeped me out because he looked like Jesus. I handed him my last two dollars.

Later that night, I went to Fred Meyer's with my mom. We desperately needed some milk and bread. This was all we could afford to buy. While we were walking through the store, I see the same fuck that I had given my last two dollars to, with A FULL fucking cart.

I was livid. The next day, I see him in his same corner. (I had left work early so that I could get this chance) I wait until he asks me for money and gives me those guilty eyes to say, " I saw you at Fred Meyer last night, and you had more food than I could eat in a month! I gave you my last two dollars yesturday, remember you fuck?!? Get out of here, before I call the cops."

I thought that I had done some great service because the guy never really came back, until I saw him on the news some time later. The man ended up being Emanuel- the fuck who kidnapped Elysabeth Smart.

[rudeboy]

Man, it's a small world!

[cold]

Thanks for the short-story Katie! Christ (literally), what a creepy fucker. I used to see him all of the time walking around, talking to random people when I was frequent at downtown bars.

I remember another time when I went out with my former boss. At the time we were good friends, and he asked me to meet up with him and a few of his close friends at a bar. When I got there one of his friends who sold school loans (by means of guilt-trips) over the phone instantly started talking to me.

He ran right off with quesitons of my life-style and how much money he made. "You don't go to school!? How much money do you make?" He said. I went on to explain to him that I don't talk about such things to friends or aquaintances. "Well I graduated college with a Major in [talking like an asshole] and a minor in [a minor-sized penis]."

Reading the demeanor from his body-language, I gently pulled him closer to me and made eye-contact to say "Listen to me closely. You seem like an alright guy. However, if you continue to brag about yourself I'm going to take you outside. I don't care if you're friends with my boss." Stunned, he pulled away with me and cleared his throat, while he tried to keep eye-contact with me as I stared him off.

He kept quiet the rest of the night, while his friends asked him what was wrong. "Awe, c'mon man. Don't be all sensitive." I say to him, as he shy's away. "Nah, it's cool. I don't like you, is all." He replies. "That's fine. Just as long as you know where I stand."

And stand I did.

[Katie]

Haha I could just see your face staring some little man syndrome'd asshole down. Eeek! I wouldn't want to piss you off!

[cold]

Originally Posted by Katie

Haha I could just see your face staring some little man syndrome'd asshole down. Eeek! I wouldn't want to piss you off!

Oh, it was pretty funny. All I wanted was to just be stern with the guy. You know, show 'em he crossed a general line of "I just met you" etiquette. Then again, my height may have something to do with it.