Dear Kistune:
If you know who beat the **** out of a *** and his friend, please call the police and report it.
Thank you,
Karen
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Dear redneck ex-friend
I can't believe you actually told me you beat the $**t out of a 'f@g' and his friend and laughed when I told you you'd just lost all my respect. I hate people like you, who say "It's okay when chicks do it" and then turn around and think it's okay to tell ME when you're a beligerant jerk to what I consider a male equivalent and counterpart.
People like you are the reason I hop on my bike and pedal to places far, far from everyone else.
Thanks for giving me reasons I *didn't* need.
-K
Dear Kistune:
If you know who beat the **** out of a *** and his friend, please call the police and report it.
Thank you,
Karen
I agree with Tuckervill, Please report it. I lived in Larmaie, when Matthew Shephard was beaten, tied to a fence, and left to die. I saw how the girlfriend of one of the guys who did it knew and did nothing. It was a very terrible time and I pray that never, ever happens again.
Hate crimes are not tolerated and should not be tolerated. Please let the police know.
Jennifer
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Tuckervill, BMO3, I looked into it last night with some other people he knows and went to the Rose Festival with, and apparently no such thing happened- It turns out he made up the story to 'impress' me or some such- and failed miserably. But yeah, I was pretty close to calling the police on him. You just don't DO that... or SAY that kind of thing to impress people, much less someone you know is of the same sort (but a girl). GRR. idiot.![]()
I'm really glad to hear that no one was actually beaten.
Karen
Dear Revelers at Retro on Roscoe:
Street fairs! Aren't they fun? Whoo hoo! I like a street fair, too. I'm not sooo psyched that it's at the end of *my* street, because you revelers take up all the parking. But hey, it's two days out of the year.
However. When you're drunkenly stumbling to your cars and yelling at each other, you're in my neighborhood. Under my window. SHUT UP! And firecrackers? Not a good idea. Thank you for giving the area merchants your money. Now go away quietly like good little revelers, OK? Thanks.![]()
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TE Bianchi Girls Rock
Dear Guy on the Mountain Bike:
Take me through this. We're on the north branch of the lakefront path, by Foster. You're behind the guy on roller blades who had his pit bull on a lead. You see me coming toward you, in the aero bars. What made you decide that our moment of intersection would be the perfect time for you to pull out and pass rollerblade/dog walking guy?
My perspective: Cruising along ~20 mph, in the aero bars, path clear in front of me. I note dog/blade guy. Dog is out of harm's way. Guy is blading sanely. Then, all of a sudden, you come blasting up behind him and charging at me. I shriek, "GACK!", and have to make the split second decision to try to get out of the aero bars as I veer off the path onto the gravel and grass, and maybe lose complete control of the bike, or stay in them and control the bike with my forearms alone.
Not that you care, but I went off the path, toward the tree, back on the path, and carried on, still in the aerobars. I'm proud of myself, but mighty ticked off at you! Dude! Pay attention! I doubt you even looked back when you heard me scream.![]()
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TE Bianchi Girls Rock
whoa lise! glad to hear you came out of that one ok. good thing you have lots of SKILLS.
stupid stupid person.....
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I know. I seriously thought I was going down on that one. Being in the aerobars is a very strange feeling. Getting into/out of them is a moment of potentially great instability. I always do it one arm at a time. So my instinct was to yank up both arms and grab the handle bars to control the bike. But there was very little space between the path, the little curb down, the gravel/grass, and a tree. I needed to steer (not yank) the bike back over the curb (~1") and onto the path.Originally Posted by chickwhorips
Suddenly pulling up both arms would have sent me flying, for sure. Of course I was clipped in. I don't know where I would've landed, but it was going to hurt. I pulled over and slowed down my heartrate after I was safely back on the path. Swear words were involved.
I will say I feel a lot more confident about my bike handling skills when using the aero bars now! I still don't have numchuck skills, though...![]()
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Dear Scumbag,
Thanks for stealing my lunch out of the fridge at work. So I had Charleston Chews for lunch instead...
Nanci
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"...I'm like the cycling version of the guy in Flowers for Algernon." Mike Magnuson
Dear Beeotch "K,"
When you are rude to my staff, and I have to intervene, and then you are rude to me, and you don't want me to read out policy to you so you can understand, it's not really appropriate to say "Have a blessed day" before you hang up on me.
Nanci
PS, Sorry you weren't able to circumvent our policy no matter who you tried to bully into it.
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"...I'm like the cycling version of the guy in Flowers for Algernon." Mike Magnuson
Yeah, like the whole time they were eating your lunch, they were thinking, what? "This really is *my* food"???Originally Posted by Nanci
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Dear woman leaving the VIP tent at the end of tonight's stage of the Tour of Utah:
My friend heard you when you looked at us and said "Look, they're feeding the peons now" as you were leaving the VIP tent and my friends and I were eating dinner.
My friends and I spent many hours today ensuring the race was enjoyable for all. Yes, we are volunteers. We are course marshals, runners, cheerleaders, bannerstrappers, you name it, we do it. All for free.
We were tired and we were invited to eat by the food provider. No, we didn't eat in the "special" tent, but the auxiliary one. We also wanted to get out of the quick rainstorm that showed up.
By the way, Ms. VIP, you don't know that I am an elected official in one of the largest cities in the state of Utah. I have spent a lot of time in VIP areas as a VIP. I am thankful I am not like you.
I am also thankful the race organizers, the Prestons, are not like you. They are the most gracious "bosses" and I will be back next year volunteering.
Sincerely,
A proud volunteer
Life is like riding a bicycle. To stay balanced, one must keep moving. - Albert Einstein
In all of living, have much fun and laughter. Life is to be enjoyed, not just endured. -Gordon B. Hinckley
Wow Nanci, sounds like you had a crappy day at work!
And the VIP lady sounds *so* obnoxious... I hate people like that...
Dear mini-me manager, the problems that are happening with the cash posting for your unit rest solely on your shoulders. You insisted on "taking ownership" for every aspect of the electronic data; never mind you haven't a clue about what is needed. So none of you payments came electronically, now everything must be posted by hand. Knock yourself out; I'm sure as hell not helping you.
Oh, and stop trying to put the blame on everyone else, no one believes you.