Gold Pile Posted December 5, 2005 Posted December 5, 2005 The choir director thug from my last visit with nun showed up again. I was at my office, one of the girls said a car just like mine pulled in. I looked out the window and saw the thug headed toward my building. It was rain/snowing.. he put something under his old leather dress jacket. I admit I was scared, I considered fleeing out the back door. Ultimately I'm a proud man...I stayed. One of my employees had just unloaded some boxes of computer paper for the office. I invited him to to take a break (instead of heading back to manufacturing area) and gave him a soda. I paged "jose" from the shop floor to come to the office. Jose is a big dude. The thug would be here B4 Jose, so I told "jeff" (the employee taking the break) to tell Jose to sit down and have a soda when he showed up. Jeff was as dumb-found as the office girls at my generous turn Timing! I heard the thug asking Jose where I could be found, Jose showed him in. OK, a few women and 3 of us guys...I felt pretty safe. The thug walked in with his killer tough guy stare. We locked eyes, I smiled (more of a sneer) and nodded a greeting. His face didn't change, he walked up. I was careful not too get in another star-down with him. (I didn't want to spit on Jeff:lmao: ) He pulled out a little box from his coat and handed it to me...said it was from sister "xyz". The whole time, Jose (a rough guy, drop out that works cheap) never took his eyes off the thug...he knew a dangerous man when he saw one. I point out that my employees didn't know they were here to protect me, in fact they would have left me to die if a gun was produced. I thought about putting the box under water or calling the police, but instead I held the box toward the thug and started opening it. He didn't flinch, so if he had bomb in there...he was one cool customer. The box contained a small item, I knew it well and understood why she returned it to me. (sorry can't share that info) I thanked the stoney faced thug and asked if he needed a soda or to use the bathroom B4 hitting the road. He said no thanks and headed for the door. I told the boys to get back to work. I called the nun to thank her. In the course of the conversation she revealed that the choir director had some sort of palsy (spell?) and couldn't much move his face. That sure was good to hear, put things in a less scary light. Incidently, her gift to me signaled that there was zero future for us.
Outcast Posted December 5, 2005 Posted December 5, 2005 he revealed that the choir director had some sort of palsy (spell?) and couldn't much move his face. Now aren't you ashamed of yourself? Incidently, her gift to me signaled that there was zero future for us. But on the plus side, you've got your jock back so don't have to buy another.
Author Gold Pile Posted December 5, 2005 Author Posted December 5, 2005 Now aren't you ashamed of yourself? But on the plus side, you've got your jock back so don't have to buy another. Well I do feel extra bad about spitting on the dog:( Jock...ha ha
Hot Chocolate Posted December 5, 2005 Posted December 5, 2005 Yeah...what exactly IS the mysterious item she returned? And do you think there's something going on between the nun and the "thug?" And what about Jose? Will he EVER get that Green Card? Or will INS come knocking on Gold Pile's golden door? Stay tuned for the answers to those questions and MORE on another EXCITING episode of Gold Pile, The Nun and her Thug next Sunday at 10:00 on the BS Network.
Author Gold Pile Posted December 5, 2005 Author Posted December 5, 2005 Yeah...what exactly IS the mysterious item she returned? And do you think there's something going on between the nun and the "thug?" And what about Jose? Will he EVER get that Green Card? Or will INS come knocking on Gold Pile's golden door? I assure the nun contact is over. She returned a gift...the message was clear. I wish the TV program would come on NOW! But the latest info is 2nd week in January. And My segment survived the final editing. I'm gonna be a star:o and I'll have my credibility restored here. However, I'll keep your story ideas in mind if Hollywood is taken with me and gives me an action show..fiction. Your part will be played by a beautiful, but untrusting Naomi Campbell.
whichwayisup Posted December 5, 2005 Posted December 5, 2005 Just fyi it's Cerebral Palsy. Well, it seems something happened, maybe she thought that gift wasn't appropriate and came with some strings? I don't know. I guess there is closure for you. Remember you did a good thing, you helped her out during a low period in her life and she now will have a life outside the Church. I think there's abit more to this story that you're not sharing here. Guess it's like that package in Resivior Dogs...What's in the briefcase...Will we ever find out?
quankanne Posted December 5, 2005 Posted December 5, 2005 the palsy in his face is likely Bell's Palsy, a temporary (though repeating) condition that causes a person's facial muscle to weaken or become paralyzed. My mom and my older sister had it, it made their mouths look slack during the worst part of it; when they "recovered," they had lopsided smiles ... www.bellspalsy.ws/
Basic Posted December 7, 2005 Posted December 7, 2005 the palsy in his face is likely Bell's Palsy, a temporary (though repeating) condition that causes a person's facial muscle to weaken or become paralyzed. My mom and my older sister had it, it made their mouths look slack during the worst part of it; when they "recovered," they had lopsided smiles ... www.bellspalsy.ws/ Thats sad. Thanks for the link, I know someone who has it, I think.
Devildog Posted December 7, 2005 Posted December 7, 2005 I think there's abit more to this story that you're not sharing here. Guess it's like that package in Resivior Dogs...What's in the briefcase...Will we ever find out? The briefcase is in Pulp Fiction, not Resevoir Dogs. And the most prevalent theory is that the briefcase contains the soul of Marcellus Wallace.* Wow, how off topic can we run this thread? * per Quentin Tarantino, the contents of the briefcase are whatever you want it to be. Whatever you imagine to be most valuable.
Craig Posted December 7, 2005 Posted December 7, 2005 I was at my office, one of the girls said a car just like mine pulled in. I looked out the window and saw the thug headed toward my building.Great, so now we know you drive a thugs car.
Author Gold Pile Posted December 8, 2005 Author Posted December 8, 2005 Great, so now we know you drive a thugs car. Or the thug drives a gold pile car. Both BMWs same model, near same color. Hindsight, he might not be a thug.
Craig Posted December 8, 2005 Posted December 8, 2005 Or the thug drives a gold pile car. Both BMWs same model, near same color. Hindsight, he might not be a thug.Gotme!
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