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Family lore says that my great-grandmother, a Methodist in dry Kansas, would offer a cold Root to visitors because she wouldn't use the word 'beer'

Last year I texted an escort in Indy for rates. When he replied with rates that were extraordinarily high for that market, I politely declined stating that his rate was outside my budget. He counteroffered with a more moderate, though still somewhat high, fee. Against my better judgement I accepted and met him at his hotel in DT Indy. For about 20 minutes he sat in the bed telling me why he deserved the rate he had originally requested, at which point I got up and left, totally disGRUNTled. If a Provider is not going to provide a copacetic experience for the client due to resentment over fees, he should say so up front so that both can move on.

Last year I texted an escort in Indy for rates. When he replied with rates that were extraordinarily high for that market, I politely declined stating that his rate was outside my budget. He counteroffered with a more moderate, though still somewhat high, fee. Against my better judgement I accepted and met him at his hotel in DT Indy. For about 20 minutes he sat in the bed telling me why he deserved the rate he had originally requested, at which point I got up and left, totally disGRUNTled. If a Provider is not going to provide a copacetic experience for the client due to resentment over fees, he should say so up front so that both can move on.

Last year I texted an escort in Indy for rates. When he replied with rates that were extraordinarily high for that market, I politely declined stating that his rate was outside my budget. He counteroffered with a more moderate, though still somewhat high, fee. Against my better judgement I accepted and met him at his hotel in DT Indy. For about 20 minutes he sat in the bed telling me why he deserved the rate he had originally requested, at which point I got up and left, totally disGRUNTled. If a Provider is not going to provide a copacetic experience for the client due to resentment over fees, he should say so up front so that both can move on.

Last year I texted an escort in Indy for rates. When he replied with rates that were extraordinarily high for that market, I politely declined stating that his rate was outside my budget. He counteroffered with a more moderate, though still somewhat high, fee. Against my better judgement I accepted and met him at his hotel in DT Indy. For about 20 minutes he sat in the bed telling me why he deserved the rate he had originally requested, at which point I got up and left, totally disGRUNTled. If a Provider is not going to provide a copacetic experience for the client due to resentment over fees, he should say so up front so that both can move on.

This escort is a short super-muscular African-American male with a watermelon butt, but he is not classically handsome, but is okay. I noticed that his RM ads had a couple of negative Reviews (another complaint that I had to hear about extensively) - and he also periodically changes his name on RM - I'm guessing b/c of the Reviews. He would be an appealing hire except for his crappy attitude.

I watched his first show, he did a great job. Miniscule pause (compared to other hosts) saying contestant question was right/wrong which was slightly irritating and perhaps done post-production??‍♂️. But he did well ??

Last year I texted an escort in Indy for rates. When he replied with rates that were extraordinarily high for that market, I politely declined stating that his rate was outside my budget. He counteroffered with a more moderate, though still somewhat high, fee. Against my better judgement I accepted and met him at his hotel in DT Indy. For about 20 minutes he sat in the bed telling me why he deserved the rate he had originally requested, at which point I got up and left, totally disGRUNTled. If a Provider is not going to provide a copacetic experience for the client due to resentment over fees, he should say so up front so that both can move on.

Last year I texted an escort in Indy for rates. When he replied with rates that were extraordinarily high for that market, I politely declined stating that his rate was outside my budget. He counteroffered with a more moderate, though still somewhat high, fee. Against my better judgement I accepted and met him at his hotel in DT Indy. For about 20 minutes he sat in the bed telling me why he deserved the rate he had originally requested, at which point I got up and left, totally disGRUNTled. If a Provider is not going to provide a copacetic experience for the client due to resentment over fees, he should say so up front so that both can move on.

Ha ha, got me. I once saw a headline of one those Gossip Tabloids that read "I Went Too Far With Elizabeth Taylor" and turned out to be a story about a taxi driver who got lost and drove Liz way beyond her intended destination. Maybe Samhexum needs to write for National Inquirer or Star Magazine?

Ha ha, got me. I once saw a headline of one those Gossip Tabloids that read "I Went Too Far With Elizabeth Taylor" and turned out to be a story about a taxi driver who got lost and drove Liz way beyond her intended destination. Maybe Samhexum needs to write for National Inquirer or Star Magazine?

Ha ha, got me. I once saw a headline of one those Gossip Tabloids that read "I Went Too Far With Elizabeth Taylor" and turned out to be a story about a taxi driver who got lost and drove Liz way beyond her intended destination. Maybe Samhexum needs to write for National Inquirer or Star Magazine?

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Many years ago while on vacation in Fort LiquorDale, I was briskly walking south on Seabreeze Avenue towards Las Olas Blvd. on my way to the Liquor Store near the corner Las Olas & AIA (it's still there). I was distracted by a commotion in the little park on the corner and wasn't watching where I was going. As a result, I almost ran into a couple of teenage boys, one of whom jokingly yelled at me "Slow down, POPS." That was the first time I realized that I was no longer young, at least not to teens. Funny how such minor incidents linger in the mind as milestones in one's life.

Thanks. Well today after my $300 plus bill, guess what, a $123 bill but was told I had to put on auto pay for future years at $300 (and I didn't). For heaven sakes it's like Spectrum of course they are worse. Interestingly enough my first counter offer was $198; I responded gee that's more than I paid last year, guess what, came back with $123.

My worst was a distinguished one-night career at McDonald’s when I was 15 years old. This is back in the day when you were required to wear dress shoes which turned into skates on the greasy floor. My shift started at 4PM on a Friday afternoon until closing, which was midnight. Then, the closing shift prepped for the morning shift, so we didn’t get out until 2:30AM. I worked every station that night except for the registers. When I needed to refill the sliced pickles from the 10 gallon barrel, I asked a co-worker what we used to scoop them out. He turned to me and held up his hand. Gloves weren’t a thought in those days. I was sent to the walk-in freezer to get more burgers and was instructed to stomp my feet when I got inside to make the rats scatter. I had to refill the ice in the beverage dispenser. When I opened the lid to the commercial ice machine there was a cockroach frozen in an ice cube.
 
My feet were throbbing by the time I got home. I slept until noon the next day. I was scheduled to be in at 4:00 again. I called at 2PM and quit. My take home pay for the evening was $17.56. I have flashbacks whenever I review my social security income statement because, being 15 at the time, that was the only declared income for that year and it still appears on my statement.
 
Side note: I’ve never eaten at a McDonald’s since.