Here’s an update:
The day before Halloween, Bob, me, my buddy Mike and Bob’s son met up at Bob’s favorite Thai noodle joint near Bobs’s house. I love Thai noodles. We had a great time.
Today, Bob stopped by the bar. I was online on the Straight Dope, but I didn’t show Bob this thread. We’re still friends and I think we’ll be friends for a long time. I didn’t have the nerve to show him what I’d asked, though.
Here’s the upshot. I haven’t started a thread here in years, 4 or 5 or so. When I started this I expected criticism: I wanted feedback. I didn’t listen to it, though, and in the end, I went on my own, so to speak. Now I’m a liar, a scumbag, you don’t believe what I’m telling you…
I can accept that. What I can’t accept is that you blame my bar and those who come in. Don’t do that.
In this sad story there is one person without blame and that is Bob. He was true to his wife, he was true to his children, he has remained a friend to me regardless of the truth I told him. He has done nothing wrong except be angry. He has a right to be angry.
Miss Elisabeth your words, in particular, have been strong and powerful and pertinent. I have taken notice of them. I think a lot of it carried wisdom. Except for Bob’s real name, though, I have been entirely honest. Your words have hurt and I don’t think I deserve all the bile you’ve offered me.
Starting this thread has been enlightening. I appreciate everyone who has offered an opinion. Unless I hear from Bob, after this, I will no longer be participating. Fuck Y’all.
(its a joke)