Sorry Sweets. No can do.

Ya, Ya, and people say we are all friends here...sshhheeessshhh....
If anyone cared... you'd talk slower for me to understand when people make these bold statements that I just don't understand... Feel sorry for the dumb girl huh???

Good for you!
I think anyway....

My trombone is still, absolutely... none of your business.

By the by... No one but you.... has called you anything near an old woman.

My Mother? She has years on you. Nothing scares her... In fact? Since she has lost my Father. The man she married at age 17... She has slowly reclaimed much of her bravado she had in youth!
My Mom was raised in the streets of Chicago and New York in the 50's. She took the fight to whoever wanted it. All 5' Islander of her..There is no way I could expect anyone... to meet the measure of my Mother. Not even me... With exception to my Sister, and a few South Asian women I've met along my way.
Fear? Their fear? Is the last thing on their mind when they f@ck you up. They work on their opponents fear.
I probably am holding you to a much higher standard then you have any idea of.. The women I am talking of? They are strong. Not too terribly physically.. But in outright spirit.

You claim you are strong?
Again..maybe my benchmark is way off.
I cannot imagine any woman of any age.. I know as a friend, to start a thread like this.

Do you consider me a friend?

Ummm... Well....

If you were given a choice to either be victimized or make a few victims? I'm relatively sure you would be willing to rip the ass out of a donkey, if that's what it took.

You figure it out.

I'm so confused.....

That means yes, I think.

Thanks for the enterprit....

YUP I am alive and well, and they came back for another round.
This time, the skinny one came in after me when I went to McDugles for a cup of heartburn. The police were watching. I said nothing, but as I got up to leave, the skinny one decided to follow. I just kept walking.
Next day, his partner, decided to come up behind me and scare the shick out of me. I jumped a mile high, and he laughed.

Then, I said in a loud voice, "did you go to rehab yet"? He said no, and scurried off. The manager of McDugles was watching and listening.

Thank you for the advice. It has empowered me.
for all of you.

get some mace bet they'd leave u alone after they got sprayed

insert just passin thru emoticon here

That's terrible. I think that you should let the local police know what's going on so that if something happens you'll have more evidence because it's not something that has "been going on for awhile" it's something that was serous enough to report.

Honey... did you read this whole thread?

Okay .. you sold me .............

Definetly you should go to the police and telll them all about,but you do need prove so i advice you to tape them.
good luck

good thing I'm in sales huh???

Reply: If you go back to the beginning, and read, I said I did file a police report. Does not do any good and neither do restraining orders.

BTW, I am a woman not a man. And this is a true story, it did happen, and it can happen to anyone out there. Thank you for your advice, and continued support.

mace em darling

okay...mace um is the next step. And I will let u know what happens...and if this old lady can catchum in her walker with a motor on it. Then, when they sue me for emotional distress, I will send u all the bill in care of "Just Say Hi".

Yup.. mace is a good idea. Maybe a flame thrower too. You might get your dog to handle the mace and flame thrower. Because you will be using the camara.
Of course you will need to change him into a more cartoon like dog..one that stands upright, has 3 fingered hands, floppy ears and really large eyes.