04-25-2007, 10:42 AM
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Two pathetic cases I must share:
Many years ago, I was having a conversation
one evening with two friends. One lived across
the road, the other was the son of Mr. Smith
via a previous relationship.
'Y', a very pumped up Other Woman, is marching to
the Gate of Mr. & Mrs. Smith.
We see this 'idiot' jumping out of a cab, flinging
open the Gate, and Big Son shouts, excuse me?
She tosses some feisty remark as she goes up the
walk, when the dogs race at her.
The Big Son of Mr. Smith grabs her, saying something
like, "Hey Gal, if you don't get out of my yard, I'll box
you down and call the police."
There is pure barking, and she's acting like she was just
released from a mental institution, screaming out the
name of her beloved.
"What you calling my father for, Gal?" the big son
asks.
Well, she never knew he had a son her age.
In fact, she never knew anything near the
truth, but was so certain of her 'facts' she was
confronting us with them.
We start cracking up. We couldn't help it.
Everything out of her mouth was ridiculous.
From who owned what to who did what....pure
fantasy.
But she was so pumped with lies it took about
thirty minutes for her to realise it.
BTW Mr. & Mrs weren't home, they'd gone to
some function.
Subsequently, of course, Mr. Smith denied
ever having an affair with Y and claimed she
was a mad gal, but we weren't buying it, the
wife didn't buy it, and threw him out...(it was
her house)...
It was so funny to see this woman yammering
about Mr. Smith, not one piece of truth in the story.
She was so she had believed every lie he
had told her; no room in her mind for the possibility
he was lying.
BTW, it was Y's fault that Mrs. Smith threw him
out and he hated Y after that, cursing her, only
prevented from doing her physical damage by
others.
Y was just too to live.
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