So one of my employees almost got locked up.

1Dgaf wrote:

Well, if the 92-year-old gets arrested, Paleo becomes the bloke that helped jail a 92-year-old. I'm not saying that's wrong, but I can see it leading to some weird sh*t.

I reckon Paleo should buy a slingshot and fire a piece of popcorn into the guy's mouth. With a bit of luck the choking will go down as natural causes.

F*** the idiot 92 year old. He threatened Paleo's life, because he's pissed that his driving licence might get taken away because he drove into a building. Old dude's got it coming. Age is not a panacea against douchebaggery.

It's to do with how the guy's age - and maybe race - will make the situation look. You'll notice I didn't say jailing a 92-year-old would be a bad thing.

WIthout going into P&C, if one's going to look at the bigger picture of this sort of thing, you have to consider the social and economic context in which it takes place.

1Dgaf wrote:

It's to do with how the guy's age - and maybe race - will make the situation look. You'll notice I didn't say jailing a 92-year-old would be a bad thing.

How about how the guy's actions make the situation look?

Jonman wrote:

Age is not a panacea against douchebaggery.

Awesome, Can I borrow that?

groan wrote:
Jonman wrote:

Age is not a panacea against douchebaggery.

Awesome, Can I borrow that?

For a moment frozen in time, your quote just says 'quote=Jonman' Age is not

And that's awesome.

THese aren't actions in a NEwtonian sense; there aren't necessarily clear-cut reactions here.

The guy's actions will look one way to the police, a different way to his son (who seemed to want to blame Paleo when the father crashed) and perhaps a third or fourth way to other people. We simply don't know. When dealing with a death threat, I'm not sure things are ever simple. There is a correct course of action - but how does one prepare for it? As I said earlier, Paleo should gather his evidence. Not just of the old man handing over the bullet, but of the day the crash happened. SOmething to show Paleo comforting him and looking after him.

I suppose what I'm concerned about is Paleo's ability to manage rumours and gossip, should any arise.

Tanglebones wrote:
groan wrote:
Jonman wrote:

Age is not a panacea against douchebaggery.

Awesome, Can I borrow that?

For a moment frozen in time, your quote just says 'quote=Jonman' Age is not

And that's awesome.

it still says that. perhaps my sig is just too long.

fixed.

1Dgaf wrote:

The guy's actions will look one way to the police, a different way to his son (who seemed to want to blame Paleo when the father crashed)

Paleo never made mention of the son's reaction. I do agree that the BiL may not be the best witness though, and right now it's only his word on what happened.

On the up side, it's the perfect opportunity to tell your wife you're done with the whole gas station thing. If you never stand up for yourself, she'll always walk all over you.

Ah, sorry, you're right. I got confused about the BiL coming out and taking pictures passively aggressively. Which actually could be quite useful now.

I agree with you on the wife thing. Being told you're going to be murdered is probably a good reason to have a discussion about one's future in the petroleum and services industries.

Tell the wife that the Gas Station is way too dangerous and that you want to move into a safe field....like police work

I just like hearing about the whole thing. Feel free to post as much or as often as you want Paleo. I personally finding it very interesting.

Two things:

If there is a relative of the old man you can reason with I'd suggest trying this approach. They cannot argue that you get no personal gain nor financial gain from being the one who gets the old man's license taken away. I'd stress that you run a community business and that the false rumor about you tricking the old man is probably already hurting the business. I'd reiterate that when the old man crashed, he was in shock and you did everything in your power to be kind to him and keep him calm. Being in shock is very dangerous, let alone being 92 to boot.

I'd then mention that even if the old man was distraught regarding losing his license, he already appears unafraid of going to jail for threatening or following through on killing someone. So why should he care if he has to drive without a license? You know that taking the license away isn't going to stop him from driving.

edit: it is a miracle that someone that rash has lived for 92 years. I hope he dies before he hurts/kills someone with his car.

Well, the cops have been notified and I'm sure he'll have much to complain about that. My mechanic (the former Marine Corps diesel mechanic and power lifter) told me that the old man has been around a couple times looking for me. I laughed.

I did, however, feel I had an obligation to inform my boss at my new job since you never really know what the guy is capable of. He has no idea where I live or work, so it's not like it is a huge danger. Plus, he would need to find public transportation to a spot notoriously difficult to get to.

Ugh.

Also, a week prior to the whole car crashing incident, some dude came into the station and asked one of the cashiers if she wanted to do some weekend work. She asked what it was and he said "modeling". Well, predictably, it turned out to be porn. She turned him down flat and told him to get lost. Now he comes by every day or so and gets belligerent. A few nights ago, he showed up with a machete and threatened to "go all Texas Chainsaw Massacre" on the girl. She responded by calling us up at 3am.

I told her to call the BPD, which she did. But by the time they got there, he was gone.

My wife tried to talk to the cops and wanted to know if it was possible to get him banned from the store. The cop wanted to know if it was because the cashier had some kind of relationship with the guy and didn't seem interested if it was some kind of domestic situation. I told him that he had a fcuking machete and was making death threats so I didn't give a flying fcuk whether she was taking it up the pooper. It just shouldn't have mattered a rat's rectum. He, apparently, didn't like my tone.

Fcuktards. This city sucks ass.

Each week there seems to be enough material for another Sin City movie.

92 years old. Dude was born in 1920, then. He was 21 when WWII started; he could have spent the next four years shooting at people... Clint Eastwood's made a career revival out of "doddering old badass surprises everyone", hasn't he? :-/

Indeed!

"Why gooks come up in here and f-up our neighborhood?"
- Clint Eastwood, Gran Torino

:O

I think the solution should involve somehow creatively pitting the porn talent agent and the pissed of 92-y.o. against each other within the same place and time.

Gorilla.800.lbs wrote:

porn talent agent

I need to go hand a bullet to my high school guidance counselor.

I'm still mystified why he would be pissed off at *me*.

I guess it never pays to be the "good cop".

Paleocon wrote:

I guess it never pays to be the "good cop".

Except for karmically...

Paleocon wrote:

I'm still mystified why he would be pissed off at *me*.

I guess it never pays to be the "good cop".

I have a suspicion that no one else wanted to put their name on any papers related to the incident. So yeah, "good cop" or "responsible adult" never get the paycheck.

Paleocon wrote:

I'm still mystified why he would be pissed off at *me*.

I guess it never pays to be the "good cop".

Old people are always doing things that make no sense.

Paleocon wrote:

I'm still mystified why he would be pissed off at *me*.

I guess it never pays to be the "good cop".

"No good deed goes unpunished" and all that. Been living that one myself here the last few days. I sympathize with ya.

Teneman wrote:
Paleocon wrote:

I'm still mystified why he would be pissed off at *me*.

I guess it never pays to be the "good cop".

"No good deed goes unpunished" and all that. Been living that one myself here the last few days. I sympathize with ya.

Do you have porn talent scouts prowling the new castle grounds?!

Gorilla.800.lbs wrote:
Teneman wrote:
Paleocon wrote:

I'm still mystified why he would be pissed off at *me*.

I guess it never pays to be the "good cop".

"No good deed goes unpunished" and all that. Been living that one myself here the last few days. I sympathize with ya.

Do you have porn talent scouts prowling the new castle grounds?!

Location scouts more the likely. Nerd/geek is in nowadays; needs to be in a castle.

You folks remember that 92 year old dude that said he's shoot me the next time he saw me? Well, I ran into him the other day. But first, a little story about how I severed my finger.

Over Labor Day I was at a crowded gym working out before my trip to Miami. I wanted to get a last few good sets in for South Beach.

It wasn't my regular gym and folks were tossing weights around in ways that made me very nervous. I was convinced someone was going to get their foot crushed.

Anyway, I noticed a kid trying to do squats, but he was leaning forward and about to break his neck. I showed him that staring up at a high spot on the wall straightens your back out and gets your weight up on your heels. He tried that and was okay for a rep or two, but then started pitching back. This was a squat rack and not a cage, so there was a real possibility that he would pitch backward and really hurt himself. I tried to press him forward to correct him, but he dropped it off his back. The 135 pounds hooked my pinky, fell like a meteor, and smashed the finger into little bits across my chest and the gym floor.

The kid was in hysterics as was half the gym. I calmed them down the best I could, picked up my finger, wrapped it in a towel and drove to the emergency room (in my stick shift Mini). There they managed to reattach it and after a night on Vicodin, I was back in business. The real bummer was that it pretty much made my vaca to Miami suck.

So. Two weeks later, I run into this 92 year old dude from the gas station and he just stares me down. I walk up to him and say "so I understand you have something to tell me.", giving him the opportunity to apologize.

Instead, he mouths off and says that he will shoot me dead the next time he sees me.

To this, I say, "Why wait?" and stuck out my broken finger.

Then I explained to him exactly what happened with that finger and told him that if he was man enough, I invited him to hold onto it for dear life while I beat the everloving snail snot out of him. If he didn't, I'd consider this matter between us closed. Either way, I'd be fine with it.

After 10 of the most quiet seconds in inner city Baltimore, he walked out the door.

Ouch.

Damn. Sorry about the finger.

You are hardcore.