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Old55

Bub


@old55  ... I misunderstood your post. I do that a lot, especially the later in the evening it is when im tired. :)

It would maoe a good song depending on where I went with it.

Sorry for typo,s on cell.

Speaking of bqd sections of town .... some guy just pulled up to me in a run down minivqn trying to sell me a stolen surround system. Unbelievable. Im in the parking lot of a nice bank eating lunch in my truck here in Missouri ... just pulls right up. WTF. 

I've been getting misunderstood a bunch lately, so it's probably not your fault.  Now there's a song title.  Too bad "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" is already taken. 
 
It's been a long time since someone tried to sell be hot stereo equipement out of the trunk of his car.  He claimed he just did an install and all this brand new stuff was left over.  It's unfortunate that he interrupted your lunch like that. 

I'm not sure I'm following what you're trying to say here Jan...

See!  

've shared this story before, but I'll do so again since it's somewhat near the topic at hand.  I had boarded a plane in Chicago.  It was a very full flight.  I had a window seat near the back of the plane.  One of the last passengers to board was a woman who I'm guessing was in her 30's.  She found her way to my row, double checked her seat assignment, and in an extremely disgusted manner, reluctantly sat next to me.  No sooner had she done so, she climbed out of her seat and accosted the flight attendant.  She demanded a "better seat".  The attendant told here there were no other seats.  The passenger pointed at me and hissed loudly, "I shouldn't have to sit next to That!" I admit.  My feelings were a little hurt.  Sure, I'm repulsive.  Of course, I'm a hideous excuse for a human being.  Obviously, my very existence is an affront to Nature.  Still, I was offended. I went to get a haircut.  I was told to sit down and someone would be with me soon.  I sat and leafed through some fashion magazine for about 10 minutes.  A guy came in and said he wanted a haircut.  He was asked if he had a reservation.  He said that he didn't, and she took him in right away.  Three young guys came in and wanted haircuts.  They were shorn and sent on their way ahead of me.  A woman, 2 kids, and 2 more men were all put ahead of me.  I said, "Excuse me, I've been waiting."  One stylist finally agreed to cut my hair.  Throughout the whole experience she kept muttering, "Eeew!!!"  Somehow she managed not to throw up on me.  Ever since then, I refuse to go back to one of those places and pay someone to be rude to me.  I can get that at home. When I travel for business, I stay in my hotel room, order take out food, and do everything I possibly can to avoid interacting with People.  I don't even want to go drive around.  I just want to lock the door, close the curtains, and shut them all away.  That seems to be a good solution for all of us. 

If you ever visit the Atlanta metro area.... you have a friend and a place to stay. Bank on it.


Julien

UbiquitousBubba


I've shared this story before, but I'll do so again since it's somewhat near the topic at hand.  I had boarded a plane in Chicago.  It was a very full flight.  I had a window seat near the back of the plane.  One of the last passengers to board was a woman who I'm guessing was in her 30's.  She found her way to my row, double checked her seat assignment, and in an extremely disgusted manner, reluctantly sat next to me.  No sooner had she done so, she climbed out of her seat and accosted the flight attendant.  She demanded a "better seat".  The attendant told here there were no other seats.  The passenger pointed at me and hissed loudly, "I shouldn't have to sit next to That!"

I admit.  My feelings were a little hurt.  Sure, I'm repulsive.  Of course, I'm a hideous excuse for a human being.  Obviously, my very existence is an affront to Nature.  Still, I was offended.



I went to get a haircut.  I was told to sit down and someone would be with me soon.  I sat and leafed through some fashion magazine for about 10 minutes.  A guy came in and said he wanted a haircut.  He was asked if he had a reservation.  He said that he didn't, and she took him in right away.  Three young guys came in and wanted haircuts.  They were shorn and sent on their way ahead of me.  A woman, 2 kids, and 2 more men were all put ahead of me.  I said, "Excuse me, I've been waiting."  One stylist finally agreed to cut my hair.  Throughout the whole experience she kept muttering, "Eeew!!!"  Somehow she managed not to throw up on me.  Ever since then, I refuse to go back to one of those places and pay someone to be rude to me.  I can get that at home.



When I travel for business, I stay in my hotel room, order take out food, and do everything I possibly can to avoid interacting with People.  I don't even want to go drive around.  I just want to lock the door, close the curtains, and shut them all away.  That seems to be a good solution for all of us. 

Wow UB, I gotta admit...it really made me sad reading this. Not to get off track from Bub's post...but wow. You seem very well spoken, confident and even sometimes intimidating (in an intelligent way) with your posts on here and you've always posted things that sort of gave me that feeling of "pff...I just let everything roll off my back". I can see this stuff really bothered you. I guess what's made it a bit more sad to me is, I can relate to those things....especially the "hair" parts.
 
Three short stories...one time I'm in church, I'm Catholic and there is a part of our mass where we shake hands with those around us and say "peace be with you." I turned to an elderly, balding gent, stuck out my hand and he says "you really oughta cut your hair, you're a menace to society" and I said "and peace be with you too Sir". It really bothered me. Ok, laugh at my appearance, look down on me, consider me an outcast or a weirdo...but I went to church to praise God. I can't be all that bad? Or can I? Yeah, this time I was actually. :( I'll get to that part. But anyway, it bothered me so much, when I left church and got into my car and drove away, I just couldn't forget about it.
 
A car behind me was blinking its lights for me to get out of the passing lane. I moved over when I was done passing slower traffic and when I did, this car behind me went to pass me and rolled down his window, gave me both barrels of the finger and yelled something about f'ing my mother. The double barrel fingers I could handle...saying that about my mother who I had just lost...sorry, unforgivable unless you're Christ himself. I lost it and went after the dude following him through 3 towns until he stopped at a traffic light. Needless to say, when I got out of my car, what happened next is too graphic to mention. Here I am, fresh out of church...tempted by the Devil and man....the temptation got the best of me.
 
Another time I was working for my family business. I was a truck driver and delivered cleaning supplies all over. I made a delivery to a church and the pastor says "you need to cut that hair" and I said "with all due respect Sir, Jesus had long hair...why can't I?" He didn't say a word. But it still bothered me.
 
Made another delivery one time to a funeral parlor. Somehow, the order was lost and the guy was upset that he didn't get his delivery. We had a new girl working for us that misplaced the order. When he called us and screamed about it, I immediately ran over to him to drop it off. When I got there, ready to apologize profusely for what had happened, I never got the chance...he greeted me with "ah, now I can see why it's late...look at you...what a disgrace. This will be your last delivery." 
 
I can relate brother. I'll also join Julien's camp and say you have a friend as well as a place to stay in South Jersey if you're ever around here. :)
 
Bitflipper: be relieved on the gay guy thing...take it from someone that gets hit on all the time. LOL! It's happened so much to me, it no longer creeps me out like it once did. They only hit on you to make you uncomfortable. 95% of them know you're straight and don't want a straight guy anyway. The day I stopped letting it bother me was the day I just laughed and took it as a compliment. :)
 
-Danny

Oh, I'm okay.  Yeah, these things happen and you have to roll with it.  My family jokes about it.  You can have a restaraunt full of happy employees and customers, but when I go in, I'll inevitably get the waiter who has a meltdown.  I'll get the cashier who suddenly loses the ability to speak English.  I'll get the Assistant Manager who wants to impress his girlfriend by telling off a customer.  My wife will marvel at the fact that everyone else will be treated with respect, and I'll get treated like garbage.  When they do that in front of her, though, they regret it.  She does not hesitate to educate them in a very loud and public manner. 

Her theory, and I think she may be right, is that I expect the worst of people, and so they live up to my expectations.  She thinks they are picking up on subtle body language, facial clues, or mannerisms that tell people, "This is the One We Despise", even if they don't realize it. 

I think they're just being themselves.  As a result, I go out of my way to try to be nice to people to avoid setting off their natural hostile response.  Nice doesn't work for some people (the TSA), so I settle for trying to attract their attention or engage them in any way (TSA again).  I can't change other people's responses to me, so I just try to avoid triggering negative responses.

In my youth, I was very outgoing.  I loved going to concerts, hanging out with friends, going out and meeting people, etc.  As I get older, I'm much more comfortable holed up alone in the dark and talking to myself.  If it were not for my wife and kids, I would have already morphed into "that creepy guy who never leaves his house."  Instead, I'm just, "Oh No!  That creepy guy is coming over here!  Pretend you just died!"  It's a step up.

"Bud"
It was sad to be honest, she was hurtin' and I can only imagine what her life is like. :(

I think you summed it up right here. Nothing to add. 

Hey Danny, I bet there's a few of us here who think you should cut your hair too.

(But only because we're jealous 'cause we can't grow it long like that. )

Some of us can grow it that long, but not on our heads...

UbiquitousBubba


Some of us can grow it that long, but not on our heads...

I really didn't need that visual this early in the morning.  

UbiquitousBubba


Some of us can grow it that long, but not on our heads...

Distant relative of Wookie?

[Note to self: I don't think the Nasal Dreadlock fashion statement is catching on.  I'm not sure about the Ear Afro.]