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<blockquote data-quote="Cohiba" data-source="post: 1678445" data-attributes="member: 2550"><p><strong>Myself:</strong> Back about 1987-88, I was a workers comp claims adjuster(yes, my first degree was business). One day I was caught up with my work and I had checked over my staff's work and all was going well. I saw that the mailroom guy wasn't at work and knew today he made a run to Tulsa, to the 4th National Bank to deposit some large checks. I asked the supervisor in the mailroom if I could go in his place...to get out of the office. I drove from Chandler to Tulsa and deposited the money.</p><p>Somewhere in Tulsa I pulled over to get gas. I had just received a new Lincoln as my company car and I was in a suit. I'm sure that I looked like an easy target!!!</p><p>Pumping gas, I spied a guy several hundred feet away from me, walking toward me. He was wearing a trench coat that was buttoned with one button in the middle of his chest.</p><p>We made eye contact as he approached me. With his left hand he held the jacket and with his right hand unbuttoned it and stuck his right hand inside his jacket. Bottom line....I thought in the next few seconds I was going to have a pistol pointed at my face..... WRONG!! This guy opened his jacket and had watches hanging on the inside...he asked if I wanted to buy a good watch. Whew!!! Empty bladder, fill pants!!!</p><p></p><p><strong>My Wife:</strong> She must have Pitbull and Fighting Chicken blood in her veins. People approach us and I'm sure they think my 5'4" wife is a push over....<em>yeah right!!</em> When we are apporached at a gas station, Wal Mart, or anywhere else she approaches them as they walk toward her and yells..."F*ck NO, I DON"T HAVE ANY MONEY SO DON"T F*CKING ASK!!!" or "KEEP WALKIN' JACK AZZ!!" or "WHAT EVER YOUR SELLIN', I AIN'T BUYING!!!" *** I have warned her not to piss off someone who could have a razor or a gun. She keeps tellin' me....#1. She'll do it her way and die with her boots on. #2. She doesn't want anyone to mis-understand her on how she feels about hand outs.</p><p></p><p>Yes...we both have CC permits.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Cohiba</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cohiba, post: 1678445, member: 2550"] [B]Myself:[/B] Back about 1987-88, I was a workers comp claims adjuster(yes, my first degree was business). One day I was caught up with my work and I had checked over my staff's work and all was going well. I saw that the mailroom guy wasn't at work and knew today he made a run to Tulsa, to the 4th National Bank to deposit some large checks. I asked the supervisor in the mailroom if I could go in his place...to get out of the office. I drove from Chandler to Tulsa and deposited the money. Somewhere in Tulsa I pulled over to get gas. I had just received a new Lincoln as my company car and I was in a suit. I'm sure that I looked like an easy target!!! Pumping gas, I spied a guy several hundred feet away from me, walking toward me. He was wearing a trench coat that was buttoned with one button in the middle of his chest. We made eye contact as he approached me. With his left hand he held the jacket and with his right hand unbuttoned it and stuck his right hand inside his jacket. Bottom line....I thought in the next few seconds I was going to have a pistol pointed at my face..... WRONG!! This guy opened his jacket and had watches hanging on the inside...he asked if I wanted to buy a good watch. Whew!!! Empty bladder, fill pants!!! [B]My Wife:[/B] She must have Pitbull and Fighting Chicken blood in her veins. People approach us and I'm sure they think my 5'4" wife is a push over....[I]yeah right!![/I] When we are apporached at a gas station, Wal Mart, or anywhere else she approaches them as they walk toward her and yells..."F*ck NO, I DON"T HAVE ANY MONEY SO DON"T F*CKING ASK!!!" or "KEEP WALKIN' JACK AZZ!!" or "WHAT EVER YOUR SELLIN', I AIN'T BUYING!!!" *** I have warned her not to piss off someone who could have a razor or a gun. She keeps tellin' me....#1. She'll do it her way and die with her boots on. #2. She doesn't want anyone to mis-understand her on how she feels about hand outs. Yes...we both have CC permits. Cohiba [/QUOTE]
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