Originally posted by RE: BlaxicanDamn, man...I didn't know you were such a biiiiiitch.
Only two really come to mind that stick with me.#1. In October of 2010, the transition in my Mom's car broke down. We got rid of the car and asked to borrow mine, to which I said sure.
Over the course of six months, she proceeded to rack up a whopping thirteen tickets on the car; some from speeding, some from Street-cleaning, a few from driving through the FastTrak lane on the bridge despite not having a FastTrak transponder... all in all the tickets cost a combined 700+ dollars. The car was completely in my name, so the tickets were charged to me.
At the time she was getting off work a couple hours before I did, so when she came home she'd rifle through the mail, find the tickets, and hide them in a drawer in her dresser. She also didn't pay any of them. So over the course of several months, the ticket costs jumped from 700+ dollars to about $1600. Eventually, I found out what was happening after the police had my car towed away to an impound lot. After confronting her about it, she handed me the wad of tickets, as well as the threats from collection agencies and the notices stating that my credit was being downgraded.
When I asked her why she had hid the tickets from me, she said she was afraid I'd have been upset with her (😐). When I asked her why she didn't just pay the tickets herself when they were only 50-60 bucks each, she shrugged and said that she doesn't pay car tickets.
I paid two hundred bucks to get the car out of the impound lot, and over the course of the last year I managed to pay off all of the tickets. She never offered up a dime.
#2. In my senior year of High School, there was this girl that I had been crushing on for a couple of years. Senior Prom was rolling around the corner, so I decided that I'd ask her to go with me. My parents agreed to rent a limo for us and our friends, and they would also pay all of her stuff, hair, clothes, make-up etc. My Mom knew some small not-well-known store in The City that sold prom dresses for super cheap prices.
So I asked this girl to go to Prom with me, and at first she says that she's not sure she could afford to go. I tell her that my parents will pay for all her stuff, and I tell her about the store that sells the dresses, and she says that she probably won't go because she just broke up with her boyfriend and she didn't feel ready to get involved with anyone at that time. I stopped pursuing the matter after that, figuring that she just wasn't too in-to-me.
So Prom comes, I go by myself and skip on the Limo. Sure enough, I'm there for like half an hour before I bump into her and her boyfriend on the dance floor. She asks for the 3-D glasses with the lens' popped out that I was wearing (that was in style in 2009; sue me), and asks if I can take a picture of her wearing them with her man.
To make matters worse, I found out later from a friend of hers that she'd bought the prom dress that she'd worn to the event from the store that I'd told her about.
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The first event was hurtful because while getting ****ed by some callous woman is one thing, to get ****ed by your own Mother is just unexpected and extra shitty. I watched my Mom destroy my Dad's credit as well as all her boyfriends', but I never would have thought that she could do that to her one and only son.
The second event doesn't mean much to me now, but at the time I was devastated. I was already a socially awkward Jehovah's Witness kid and had self-esteem issues (it took a couple years and every ounce of courage I had to ask her out). It took a long time after that before I felt comfortable enough to ask women out.
I'm unapologetically a chauvinist now, though. Yay for being jaded.
So today when I was walking home from the store after buying a pair of jeans two middle kids asked me if I was "The teacher's best friend." and "The teacher's angel."
So I asked them if they knew how old I was and they answered thirteen. Yeah, that's a decade margin of error right there. If they weren't kids I would've bashed their faces in.
Originally posted by Bardock42
Is that a rhetorical question? ... yes?
Originally posted by Robtard
You do look very young, Astner. Take it as a compliment though, if you continue on your development path as is, you'll look 20 when you're 30; that could be seen a a huge positive.
Nope. I'll better start doing some methamphetamine to help me develop a couple of wrinkles.
Originally posted by Bardock42
[QUOTE=13881192]Originally posted by Astner
[B]Just to clarify this since it seems a bit dramatic.A fat chick I bullied in eight- and ninth grade committed suicide sometime when I was attending high school.
On a sidenote: it probably was the latter.