It ain’t the tale, it’s the tellin’.
Keep the quilt. And let kids and cats play on top of it
It ain’t the tale, it’s the tellin’.
Keep the quilt. And let kids and cats play on top of it
Man alive, but the threads about crazy cow-orkers (especially those who up and leave in a maelstrom) are the most satisfying to read.
Best I can come up with is the hypocondriac office manager who took off a fortnight of sick leave when she got clamped by security for parking illegally. Even though she had a permit for another part of the campus, she felt she was entitled to park anywhere and they clamped her precious Mini. Even coming up with the £20 to get it unclamped was too much for her and rich rich hubby :rolleyes:
But, auntie em, nice story, thanks for sharing. I too am aggreived that she received a pay out of some sort, just for making trouble :mad:
Me too! I think it took a while for me to actually sign up, but the original thread was what got me from the homepage to the messageboard.
Keep the quilt because Mark-My-Words[sup]TM[/sup], someday she will be (in)famous and that sucker will fetch a lot on eBay.
Hmmm . . . no kids, but the cats I can do. And way back when I first got it, my new puppy (who’ll be 6 this year) chewed a perfect little half-moon out of one edge.
So there’s a start.
I was scared shitless to do it, especially after Elmer (who had originally taped a deposition because he was unable to make one of the previous trial dates; he was, however, planning to show for this week’s trial) told me that her attorney was rather visious and wouldn’t allow him to say what needed to be said.
And my ex-boss said that this isn’t the way HE would have gone, but he, like me, is still glad not to have to take the witness stand. I do wonder how much she got, though - 'cause shiiiiiiiiiiit, Mama needs a new pair of shoes!
Please exit to your left.
You think that trucker would have gone back to her crazy ass if he’d gotten a taste of Auntie Lovin’?
Unfortunately, the fact that my little house, driveway and even street were so damn tiny that there’s no way he COULD have parked a rig anywhere near my premises - plus the fact that I never got the pleasure of meeting the bastard - kept any possibilities of an illicit affair at bay.
Darn it all.
Well, you could let Skip play on top of it.
Thanks for the update. Yeah, it’s shitty she got some money but I bet she has to pay her lawyer out of it so she won’t get too much.
The first part is probably true. The second part almost certainly not - there is no way she is going to tell any part of the truth when she talks about this.
Regards,
Shodan
She deserves the money for all the entertainment she provided us.
We had a neighbor who sued us after our dog nipped her son on the ankle. She got on the stand and made up such a drama that her own attorney was cutting her off because it sounded so implausible. She ended up getting $1200 before attorney’s fees. I was amazed at the lengths she went (took her son to the emergency room over what amounted to a blood blister; had him go to counseling five times before Medicaid cut her off, etc.) to get a mere $500 or $600.
People are pathetic.
Does she know that when you had sex with her trucker hubby that it was on top of the quilt that she made and gave to you?
Keep the quilt. On the back, attach an embroidered label telling the story.
It’s surprisingly easy to take anything you want to a jury trial. You really only need two things:
The case itself is irrelevant. Radioactive Asbestos came to life and ate the limbs of your children? Jury trial! You got a hangnail and think Donald Trump somehow caused it? Still a jury trial! Ain’t America grand?
Hmmmm- sounds like you might have a Federal case there!
But she can’t possibly have Em’s gift for narrative even if she embellishes the truth.
Nutty pathological liars that quilt. Yeah, that’s kinda freaky.
“Leave the coworker. Take the quilt.”
Stranger
Well, while I’m glad you didn’t have to go through it, I’m kind of sorry it didn’t go to trial. I’m sure it would have been an enormously entertaining story.
And keep the quilt – after all, how many of us can truly say we have a crazy quilt?
Maybe quilting is her sole sanity-retaining outlet…
What was the timing between when she gifted you the quilt and when she went batshit crazy?