My missing car keys and this scary guy in Orange (good one)

The BBQ Pit
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I’m putting this in the pit, because while it may not be worthy of a rant, I didn’t want to worry about what language I used.

Disclaimers–I support people of all colors, genders and sexual persuasions. If you like to fornace with small woodland creatures I could not care less. (as long as you have the consent of said woodland creature)

So I’m at karaoke tonight as usual, and I put my keys and cellphone next to the DJ’s equipment like I always do for the following reasons

  1. I don’t want to misplace the keys
  2. I don’t want my keys falling out of my pocket
  3. I help the DJ out and at times run the show for her.

So I’m there for a few hours and this guy comes over to talk to me. At first he is cool, but then I get the feeling that he is a homosexual. Now ** NORMALLY ** as a heterosexual man, I’m flattered that someone of any gender finds me attractive, but this guy was creeping me out. He tried having a conversation with me, which I was cool with at first but then he started touching me (on my shoulders, and arms) and I got uncomfortable with that so I moved away from him. This did not help as he would follow me. I know I should have told him at this point not to touch me, but he seemed harmless to me and (I know I’ll catch flack for this but I can’t think of another word to use at 6am when I had very little sleep) a little “slow” (not speedwise, but mentally) So back to my story. Eventually he seemed to get the idea that I wanted to be left alone so he moved to the bar. Time passes and he comes by me and occasionaly touches me and looks at me in a way that makes me feel uncomfortable (as an aside Ladies, I know know EXACTLY what you mean when you say the way a guy looked at you creeped you out, and if I ever creeped out any ladies by looking at them I’m sorry) so now it’s almost three AM and I want to get home. I pickup my karaoke cd’s go to grab my keys but they aren’t there. I look around the table and nothing. I ask people if they saw my keys and no one has. Then I remember the guy in orange who kept following me around. One of his pockets seemed to be sagging as if you had a heavy set of keys in it. I can’t prove that he took my keys but some of the women there and I have a feeling that he did. Supposedly he is “harmless” and I know he doesn’t know where I live (as long as no one tells him) but whoever has my keys now has my car keys, the key to my house as well as the keys up unlock (but not start) my paren’ts cars. Changing the lock on the door at the house I know we should do, it will be relativily simple and not too expensive, but if I have to change the locks on the cars it will get expensive. I was able to get a life home (with someone who was not drinking) then I was able to get into my house though an unlocked door (thank god my dad didn’t lock the garage door for once), take his set of keys, and get a life back to my car which I was then able to drive home. The acutal keys I can replace but the memories behind the keychains can’t because I can not get the HFSEST keychains from 2002, 2001, and 1999 again nor can I get the heacy Cheers Boston keychain because last time I was there they didn’t offer it.

Well thanks for letting me vent. Please don’t go too harshly on some of my choices of words. It’s 6:20am now and I’m tired but can’t sleep because I have to leave for NYC in an hour.

mods please edit the title to remove (good one) then edit the messsage to remove the request for the title edit. (thanks)

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So you left your keys out in the open in a bar, and didn’t expect someone to take them?

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So, when you say he was wearing orange, was it a jumpsuit by any chance? Black letters stenciled on the back?

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Wow. I live in South Orange, just a few miles away. If you had been in a jam, you could have shouted “MONSTRO!!” and I would have come a-calling.

I have no advice, though. Sorry about the creepy guy.

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No, I left the keys at the KJ’s (Karaoke DJ) table right next to the box of Karaoke CD’s and next to her cell and her car keys. The only people there are supposed to be the KJ, anyone helping the KJ or someone comming up to hand in a song slip (who would not be near the box of CD’s)

Nope, it was more of a T-shirt type and he was wearing camaflouge (sp) pants.

Monstro thanks, but when I said the guy was in orange, I meant he was wearing an orange shirt. We were in New Jersey.

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Oops. I’m a dummy. But when I saw you were from New Jersey, I automatically meant you were talking about Orange, New Jersey, not that the guy was in orange.

You had “orange” capitalized, see.

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Yeah, I know My Bad (sorry cuate) I don’t know why I wrote O instead of o, must have been tired

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Am I the only person to find this phrase at least as distrubing as the rest of the OP?

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I’m not going to even mention the other probable cause for a “sagging pocket.” :smiley:

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And even if I did just split my infinitive, at least my participle wasn’t dangling. :smiley:
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