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Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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All these are great, I’ve been reading them instead of doing what I should be doing right now :smack::D.

This is an incident that didn’t happen to me really so I hope it counts, either way the story will make you want to cheer, and at the same time you’ll learn to never fuck with an old guy :D:

There was this very old gentlemen walking down the sidewalk, I say walking, but it was more like hobbling due to his age, this guy could’ve easily been 90. As he makes his way along very slowly, these two young punks stroll up and start talking to him. At first it seemed innocent enough, but then they started struggling, I think they were trying to rob him but it wasn’t going smoothly, he wasn’t going down without a fight. One would think someone that age would simply give in knowing it’s better to lose a little cash or something than resist, either that or he figured now was a good time as any to kick the proverbial bucket. Well it was just a few quick seconds later he got some distance between himself and the assailants, and seeing this level of resistance from the guy the pair must have decided they needed to beat him into submission. So as they raised their fists to start swinging, the old goat put his up in a very classic, old school, cartoon style with his fists directly in front of his face. Anyone could see him to be outmatched, not only were there two attackers, but they were both many times younger and far stronger. However, this didn’t phaze the man, I’m not even sure if the guy cared at all, anyone could look in his eyes at that moment and start hearing the “Eye of the Tiger” in their head, and I’m sure all he was thinking was ‘you ain’t gettin my money you fuckers’. Half a heartbeat later he starts givin’ it to ‘em, his fists flying out like two freakin Jack In the Box’s, only these were boxing ones :D. One after the other, he starts landing blows on the next one as the other staggers back, keeping his elbows together and smackin’ 'em on their kissers with his knuckles. I’m not sure how many times he hit those punks but I’m here to tell you it was a lot, and he wasn’t holding back, nor did his strikes seem weak in any way. Effectively he kept them at bay until finally they decided to retreat, bloody noses and all.

Naturally I made this sound drawn out merely to describe how purely awesome it was, but actually the whole ordeal only lasted a very short amount of time. He may have caught them off-guard since they didn’t expect such an onslaught, but by the time assistance showed up, the punks had had more than enough. The guy still wanted to fight even after they ran away, his deadly weapons circling in the air as he looked on with those cold, steely eyes…I can still hear that song whenever I think about it…

[Risin’ up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I’m back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive…]

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Thats damn funny Bosstrain. That old man needs to get a job at McDonalds :slight_smile:

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We were his fourth victim. And I’m an ex-EMT/Ambulance driver who’s pulled a few of their broken victims out of the wreckage.

Drive safe,
pullin

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Good for you. Maybe there won’t be a 5th victim for this guy, if he really hits bottom and decides to change.

I had a patient today who was entering prison after his 5th DUI conviction. On his 5th arrest, he not only drove drunk, but hit a teen on a bike. The kid got some bad road rash and a broken arm, and recovered fully, but still…

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Good Dr. Qadgop, just for SaG’s, how many times would you estimate that YOU personally drove a motor vehicle under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, until you finally managed to get your head together/sober up?

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Years ago my wife and I were driving her friend home after she had visited for the weekend. We were on a straight stretch of two-lane highway, only a couple of miles from her friends house. There was a line of four cars, with us third from the front. The first car wasn’t being slow; the first three of us were spread out and the fourth was riding our tail. Once we were on this straight stretch, asshole behind us decides he is going to pass all of us. at the end if the straight was a gentle curve, and just as asshole is right past us – with two more cars to pass – a county sheriff’s cruiser comes around the corner. Now, this idiot didn’t pull back into our lane. If he would have he would have been fine. Nope, he floors it, apparently not realizing it was a cop coming in the other direction. Cop pulls over to the shoulder, and waits. Idiot finally passes the lead car and pulls back into the right lane. By this time all four of us are past the cop. Cop does a u turn, and goes after him.

We get to my wife’s friend’s house, chat for half an hour or so, say goodbye and leave. Returning home, cop still has this dude pulled over, but this time there’s a state trooper there as well. Around here usually means drugs were found, and a big load at that.

I’m guessing the genius who decided to pass three cars while a cop was coming in the other direction was slapping himself silly that night. Well, only if one of his cellmates wasn’t doing that for him.

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Oh, God, this reminds me of another one. I come home from work one night and there is a business card in the doorjam. :confused: The card was from a sgt. with the local city cops. On the back was a handwritten note: “Mr. [Lancia], you need to call the number on the front of this card, and speak with me immediately”.

What the FUCK?! I have never had so much as a speeding ticket, ever, so I was understandably worried. So I called the number. Talked to the cop. Turns out he was looking for my brother. My brother had put down my address when he got charged with possession of pot a few years ago. I never knew this. One day my brother’s girlfriend, who is driving his car, gets in a fender bender in a parking lot and hotfoots it out of there, failing to realise someone copied down the plate number. Cops run the plate, find my brother’s name at my address, and pay me a visit. God, I was pissed.

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…so where’s the interesting part?

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Priceless, thanks.

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And every doctor around here is going to be green with envy.

Best username/post ever!

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:rolleyes: After all this time, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised over posters who espouse outlandish opinions, seemingly just to be contrary.

Anybody who has been arrested for DUI five times, caused an injury to a person, and still hasn’t wised up should be locked away for a long time. I’ve never been pulled over for DUI, or had an accident after drinking,but that didn’t make it right for me or for anyone else. And if I had ever been arrested for DUI, or run into somebody, it would have been right for me to have been prosecuted. I wouldn’t have expected to get a pass, whether for one DUI, or for five. And what’s right for me should be right for anyone else. I was very fortunate to have never gotten into trouble after having had too much to drink, but I accept there would be consequences if I have. That was in the past, and I have not driven under the influence for decades. One is not like the other.

Speaking only for myself and not for QtheM, of course.

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I am not a dangerous man.

Once upon a time, I was insane. This was before I got better. I was very confused, very angry, and almost unable to speak. I was homeless, and looked like it. I did not do anything to people when I was crazy; I just wandered around trying to die of exposure in out of the way places.

Late one night some punks in a fast car drove by me, and yelled something. I don’t know what they yelled. But, my reaction, or lack of it evidently was offensive to one or more of them. Their car slammed to a stop, and all four of them jumped out, and started swaggering toward me. I was paralyzed emotionally over my absolute unwillingness to express my rage, and entirely suicidal in my outlook on life. These guys wanted to pick a fight with me. I was overjoyed! I walked toward them with my fists clenched, and a big smile on my face. Someone was gonna die, and it might be me!

They all changed their minds, and got back into their car. I guess I was that guy that Clint was talking about. I was very disappointed.

Tris

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but one Christmas season my wife and walking back to our white Volvo station wagon in the mall parking lot, and there’s this guy struggling to open the driver’s side door of my car. Without a moment’s conscious deliberation, I channel this gruff voice, which I’ve never heard come out of my mouth since, and charged towards the guy demanding to know what he thinks he’s doing.
His eyes got REALLY big.
Turns out he’d parked his identical model Volvo station wagon one aisle over, and was wondering why his key wasn’t working…

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I don’t mind this so much except for this part.

Few years? A few years of somebody suing can ruin anyone’s financial house and ruin a marriage. Not that I like drunk drivers and I think the courts are far too easy on them but this seems a bit extreme for a dented truck.

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You are my new hero. :cool:

Oh, and Fuck drunk drivers. Seriously.

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Not to mention the nurses.

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I’m a Texan. The yarn’s gotta sound good, ya know? :wink:

I’ll add a little more detail. There was only one wage garnishment. ‘Buford’ decided to evade my clutches by quitting his job and taking another. Presumably he thought his new employer would not be deducting the prescribed amount for the courts from his paycheck. With a little effort and exploring on our part, he was discovered and da Judge kept the dollar amount the same. Since the new job paid less, the percentage going to me actually rose (and he had even less money to live on). This hastened his journey to “outdoor” living.

He was also sentenced to pay a certain dollar amount to us for various damages in addition to the wage garnishment. As you might expect, this didn’t happen without a little pressure from us (thru the prosecutor’s office).

All told, the saga lasted about two years and we did spend considerable time and effort (and phone calls and travel) to keep the pressure on him. He kept trying to evade and disappear, and we simply were not going to let the matter drop until we’d extracted every last penny he owed us. We were only a few hundred from completion when he lost his last job (and an attorney told us he’d been located hanging out under a particular bridge noted both for homeless squatters and a source of day labor for contractors). As I recall, I made a pompous speech where I declared my intention to “sue the sumbitch for his goddam grocery cart” :p, but we decided to declare victory and move on.

And Zebra, it was far more than a “dent”. There was considerable damage, bruises from seat belts, and I got to try and comfort my sobbing wife while he laughed. He deserved what he got.

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I have a friend who was the nurse at the county jail, before she retired. Generally, she was treated very well by the prisoners, her patients. They knew she was one of the few people there who did good things for them, including passing out their medications.

But one time Mr. X got upset & assaulted her, managing to slap her & push her into a wall before the deputy escorting her could intervene. She wasn’t seriously hurt, but the jail rules required them to call in a doctor from the nearby hospital to check her out before she could resume seeing patients & distributing medications. That took some time; meanwhile the guards told all the patients waiting in line that Mr. X had assaulted the nurse, so their visit to her would be delayed or canceled, and sent them back to their cells.

About an hour later she was able to resume her duties, and saw the rest of the patients. And about 3 hours later, she saw Mr. X again. He was on a stretcher, badly beaten, and she immediately ordered him transported to the emergency room of the hospital. Some of the other prisoners had beaten him up – they really didn’t like any delays in getting their medications from the nurse.

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I have the opposite view - I’m not upset that a man who brought most of his ruin upon himself is no longer a menace to society, but gloating about it is just nasty and petty. It’s a sad story all around.

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I was once stopped at a red light a couple lanes over from a car full of teens that was in the left-hand turn lane. Their green arrow came on but they just sat there oblivious, prompting the driver behind them to tap his horn. Instantly an arm shot out of the teen car’s window giving the guy behind them the finger. Almost as instantly his roof flashers came on. If you’re going to make obscene gestures to other drivers, it’s probably best to notice if they’re cops.

I didn’t get to see how that episode turned out, but I bet the ensuing dialogue was interesting.