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Post by Ass_E9 on Sept 16, 2019 16:24:19 GMT
...and gotten rewarded/praised/respected for doing so?
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Post by dirtypillows on Sept 16, 2019 17:06:13 GMT
...and gotten rewarded/praised/respected for doing so? What a balloon popper. So, yes to the first part of your question and a big fat "NYET!" to the second part of your question. I defied, perhaps even rebelled against school authorities, this was back in 2003- 2004 (it got dragged out) and,unfortunately, I was not very smart about how I went about the situation - and it was a situation. I was, indeed, a victim in the beginning. But I was blunt about the whole thing the entire time. Yikes! It did me no good. If only Starsky and Hutch had been there to guide me, I am sure things would have worked out differently.  Anyway, they bounced me out of there like a red rubber ball.
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Post by Pep Streebeck on Sept 26, 2019 10:39:43 GMT
Yes. Long story short is I was at an international customs office after a domestic flight was diverted and ended up in the international terminal in a different city than I was supposed to land. Since I was the only non-citizen and my passport didn't show what country I came from, the customs agent was going to take the opportunity to shake me down for money - or worse. For about 30 minutes I sat in the customs office while he made various phone calls, to supposedly "the boss". At some point I went on auto-pilot and it was like I was watching a movie; and not really in control of my actions. I got out of my chair, picked up my bag, walked over to his desk and literally took my passport off the desk from right in front of him - and said to him "I know what you're doing, and I'm not playing this game". Then turned around and walked out of the office, and toward the security scanner person when you're leaving the terminal. At this point I'm thinking "Damn, I just did something really dumb, or really smart." As I approached the scanner checkpoint person, I turned back to see what the customs agent was doing. He just looked at the security person and waved, meaning "let him through". That was a relief.
Only other time I went in badass auto-pilot mode was when two white collar biker wannabe guys were yelling at me as I parked my car in the loading area when picking up some furniture. Something like "Hey asshole, can't you read the fucking sign, it's Do Not Enter!!!" Instead of walking into the store, my body turned the opposite direction and walked toward the biker wannabes. And without even trying, I became possessed by the spirit of Harvey Keitel. I'm usually not very confrontational. I was just very collected and straight to the point about first wanting to know which one was doing the talking - so I knew who to talk to. And from there I wanted to know if he was the sheriff, or any authority, or even lived in my city. Then I wanted to know what city he was from. Then it was just a profanity laden exposition about how he should go back to the city he came from and worry about directing traffic there. The fact that he was from a pretty boring industrial city, and the area we were in was the restaurant and bar district city kind of underscored it nicely. Pretty much ended up thinking "What did I just do?" But the looks on their faces was like two children who just got scolded.
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