My ex accused me of all sorts of things. At the end, he was convinced I had been having an affair with my boss and claimed to have seen me kissing him in the parking lot. He also said he had talked to my boss and boss admitted it all to him.
My ex also threatened to call my company and tell them I was drunk at work. And then call the news stations in town to report that the employees of my company drank on the job.
What a piece of work, DG. Related to my ex, obviously. Though I was supporting him, if I worked 15 minutes later than the norm he would accuse me of seeing someone on the side.
He is the king of all liars - I honestly think he could sell ice to eskimos, as they say. In hindsight, it is a terrible shame someone as smart and talented as him chose to be a wicked, selfish criminal instead of a productive member of society.
Mine accused me of coming to my hometown - to visit my parents - because I had someone here I was sleeping with. He was also jealous of my male cousins. Explain that one
I worked at Opryland in a gift shop. My till came up a little over $10 short one day. I could NOT figure it out. A couple of weeks later, the security office called me in and said that I had overcharged a customer on their credit card and that I had not given back the right amount of change to others and this and that and this and that...it was a big ole long conspiracy.
I looked right at the guy and said, I am not smart enough to understand what you just said, much less think it up and execute it. They fired me anyway and threatened prosecution. I never heard from them again, so I guess they didn't think the $10 was worth it...
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I worked at Opryland in a gift shop. My till came up a little over $10 short one day. I could NOT figure it out. A couple of weeks later, the security office called me in and said that I had overcharged a customer on their credit card and that I had not given back the right amount of change to others and this and that and this and that...it was a big ole long conspiracy.
I looked right at the guy and said, I am not smart enough to understand what you just said, much less think it up and execute it. They fired me anyway and threatened prosecution. I never heard from them again, so I guess they didn't think the $10 was worth it...
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