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Just Like A Bad Penny...
location: Oh for gods' sakes you know where I am.
mood: 
irritated
irritatedmusic: No earworm this time...believe it or not.
I suppose I had better explain and also put some sort of a name to the idiot because "my mother's son" is a rather long thing to type. I shall call him by the shortened version of his name and only because the Robert I know is someone who I like and respect. So from here on out he is simply Bob.
I get to work today and our head checker called me to the front because she had a message for me from Bob. Apparently he called the day before asking for me rather formally, as in "May I speak with Mrs. P." He was told that I wasn't working but he could leave a message. What I was told astounded me to no end. He accused ME of harassing HIM!!! Our head checker pretty much told him that he would have to call me himself and not bother me at work because this is of a personal nature. Much thanks to the checker, but ye gods! The gall!
How the fuck am I harassing him when I am perfectly happy to forget he even exists! I don't even drive down his street! Hell, I have no reason to go that way so why would I bother? If anything he is the one harassing me and my co-workers! He's the one who stops one of my co-workers who has the misfortune of walking past his house every day just to pass on messages. He's the one who stood outside the store waiting for someone who works there to pass on a message. And he's the one who leaves his panties on the restroom floor! All this and I am the one who is harassing him.
Well, I did tell the husband about this and unleashed the proverbial dogs. H went to Bob's house and caught him just walking up the street. He gave Bob a warning that if he so much as bugs the co-worker who passes by his house the police will be called and a restraining order issued. I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, because the less I have to do with him the more I like it, but if I have to, I will and without hesitation. At least then, if he does bother me or even attempts to come in contact with me all it would take is one little phone call and off to jail he goes.
Oh, and that ever important message that he is trying to get to me? He is wanting to tell me that he is dying. And I say to that, so what. The last time I ever um, spoke to him...oh okay, let's be truthful. I didn't speak, I bellowed! I cussed at him and cursed his very guts and I think I may have even invented some new cuss words at that. But at any rate he was informed that I don't give a fuck if he lives or dies. I am done with him and when I say I am done with someone, I mean it. That's it. It is finished. No more. I can not make it any more plain short of drawing pictures. In fact, he could lie down in front of a moving semi trailer and I wouldn't give one whit about it. I am convinced that the world would be better off without him. And yes, I do say world because without him, you, my dear readers, wouldn't have to listen to me complain about him. And if he is truly dying, it is self inflicted anyway, so could it be ruled as a suicide? Hmmm, I wonder.
At any rate, I hope that this will be the end of it. I am not counting on it or holding my breath, though. Blue is okay, but not as a skin pigmentation.
I thought that was what LJ was for, anyway! *grin/wink*