So because Tony is a total stranger to him, SG decides that Tony is also a total stranger to you, and if you wouldn’t let your co-worker who is obviously your buddy because hey, you’re giving him a lift, borrow the car, then this total stranger shouldn’t be allowed to borrow your car?
Clueless isn’t the word. I’m not sure there is a word for this. Narcissistic egotist, maybe?
So, I was reading this thread and suddenly realized where all the cultery keeps going. I’m now getting more worried about the wife. Is she the one who eats everything and spins a web of enchantment and fear?
Or is she bending them on SG’s +3 armor of cardboard while trying to escape.
Every so often, I’ll notice that there are no forks, so I’ll go to a thrift store and buy a handfull of forks. They always go away in about 6 months. Nobody needs that many cheap forks.
Tony had to use my car twice. His POS car failed and he needed to go to the junkyards to find parts. The first day, SG wouldn’t even talk to Tony, but once he realized that Tony might possibly be a mark, he started being charming. Tony brought food for SG along with mine the second day and while we were talking, SG suddenly became Tony’s bestest friend. Yesterday, SG brought his pictures of his glory days to show Tony.
After we dropped SG off, Tony told me that SG had complained that my new hand lotion is pink and smells like roses. I used to have a bottle of Walmart lotion, but it ran out. I’ll bet that this bottle will last a lot longer.
I didn’t do it on purpose to mess with SG. We work with paper and our hands dry out really fast. M sent this lotion to me, but its pink and smells like flowers. Did I happen to mention that SG is homophopic? Back when I was dumb enough to listen to him, he would rant about how the gayz were going to take over the worldl.
Yeah, I understand she was just trying to say “he’s autistic, so he needs more advance warning about changes than most other people”. Not so different from “he’s got real bad sight close up, so please don’t, I repeat, do not, print things two-pages-to-one-side”; there is a disability which needs to be a matter of public record at work so it can be compensated for, because so long as it gets compensated for it’s perfectly minor.
You do know that I’m laughing so hard that I’m crying, right?
SG called Tony to ask for a ride to work on Tuesday. Tony called me and was all confused. Apparently, SG thought he would be able to get Tony to drive SG to work because Tony and SG are best buds now.
Tony said “No”. Tony also told SG to call me for a ride, and SG said that he didn’t want to ride with me because he has to spend so much time waiting for me to show up. I’m never on time, don’t you know?
Oh for heaven sake! I’m torn between hoping you get rid of this guy so you can have peace at work and not wanting him to get fired, because we’d lose the entertainment value.
I thought he only needed a ride for two weeks? He’s been paid, right? Tony doesn’t work with you guys, does he? (I like Tony, he sounds sensible.)
Wow.
So, did SG call?
(RNATB, I suspect SG is all too plausible. It’s in fiction you’d never find someone like him, 'cause no one would believe someone like him could get this far in life without someone having strung him up for terminal stupidity.)