No Means NO You Sick Old Pervert!

The BBQ Pit
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Yes, I know, I know I said I’d shut up about this, but I thought maybe some folks would be interested in an update

It seems Gramps has decided that one of the front desk girls is “against” him and now refuses to have anything to do with her, or do business with her, or speak with her. Well, he’s leaving her alone.

The other gal has expressed a wish that Gramps do the same for her - ignore her. Go away. Etc.

The gals are documenting and speaking up and so forth - hey, it got really good results the first time they did it, so why not more, right?

Gramps has told the remaining the girl he is still speaking to that his wife “wants to have a word with you” with all sorts of dire implications. She said great, wife could call any time, in fact, maybe she’ll call the wife – at which point Gramps started dissembling and discovered business elsewhere.

No one has beaten the shit out of Gramps, and with tempers cooling it’s much less likely to happen.

The men are having a field day reminding Gramps of all the times the wife tossed him out of the house and he wound up sleeping in the hangar with the airplane. (Or without the airplane, when she took it elsewhere).

Gramps, in fact, is getting rather paranoid and speaking of people trying to “ruin” him. He’s also getting laughed at, to his face. He’s becoming an object of ridicule, which might actually be what convinces him to go elsewhere. The other elected official pilots have been reminding him that old men playing with young girls can and has cost other elected officials their jobs. The lawyer pilots have been emphasizing the legal issues that might be involved.

In other words, Gramps is feeling decidely unwelcome. Everyone is making it very clear that his behavior is not OK. His offer to host the airport Christmas party at his hangar was met with utter silence, rude stares, then cheerfully ignored. So, yeah, he’s getting shunned, too.

He’s, apparently, stopped harassing the other girl. No more phone calls to home, offers to travel, etc.

So maybe it will all turn out OK in the end. As long as no fist-fights break out at the party. Maybe he’ll show up so we can shun him again.

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Maybe you can teach an old horndog new tricks.

:slight_smile:

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Broomstick, it may be shameful, but I laughed out loud while reading your post. It was around the point where the other girl said she’d welcome a talk with his wife or at the point where you mentioned him sleeping with his airplane. It’s nice to see he may finally be starting to get the message. It’s a shame he didn’t 30 years or so ago.

CJ

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Nice thinking, Cervaise - remind me never to get you angry at me. :slight_smile: That said, there’s a small problem with the part of your post I’ve quoted - unless the airfield is willing to give Gramps the hangar, etc, for free, then this amounts to extorting money - “You may not stop using our airfield, and paying whatever we charge for the privilege, or you’ll be exposed” is pretty much what you’re saying.

I understand, of course, that your tongue was pressed very firmly into cheek for that post (and incidentally, “ephebophiliac” is definately something I want to work into my everyday speech - anyone want to tell me what it means?). But I just thought it might be useful to point out that there’s a difference between “behave, or we’ll show this tape to people you don’t want to see it” and “behave, and and give us money, or people will see this tape.”

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Okay, obviously I should just learn to keep my thoughts - brilliant as they are - to myself until I check whether or not someone else summarized them in one efficient sentence. D’oh!

:smiley:

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Mr. Exellent, ephebophillia means attraction to an adolescent sex partener; AKA Mr. Gramps.

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Thanks for the update, good to see the perv getting what he deserves.

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I don’t know if he’s learning anything - he’s completely unapologetic and maintains he is the injured party here - but his behavior has changed, at least. He’s completely leaving one of the two gals alone, and seriously backed off hassling the other. Not a perfect solution, but I think it’s as close as we’re going to get in this imperfect world.

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Hey, looks like this is where my ‘Mister Cad’ will be in forty years.

I feel much better now.

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Uh, that is to say… MY ‘Mister Cad’…

cookie troubles…

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I hope he doesn’t take his airplane and his personality and go harass some sweet young thang somewhere else. Ah, well, one can only hope that the documentation already recorded will follow him around to whomever else he chooses to harass.

FISH