I don't even know how or whether to respond to that.

TMI for one thing. My Saturday morning is reserved for coffee. If I lived in NO it'd probably also be reserved for walking to a nearby bakery and getting some fresh beignet.

At least he didn't text you a picture of his junk. That's the best thing I can say about the text, since it's inappropriate and creepy. But I am kind of a prude about things like that.

Oh, bonny. That sounds super frustrating. Why didn't they call you?

THANK YOU!! Exactly. Isn't that my job? But no. He can handle it...except that he can't. He's awesome in so many ways...seriously, an absolute hero. At the 4th of July parade, at least 5 groups of swooning fans bellowed out his name as he walked the three block route. Every dog loves him. He's got golden hands.

What he can't do is keep from getting defensive when dealing with nutty people.

AND, he keeps pushing back when I ask that walkers be accompanied by me, him or the co. pres. when taking important meetings. Even SHE said she didn't understand why I want this when we talked this morning. "Well, Bonny, it's not really an interview when the walker goes to meet and greet the new clients. We already have the job."

Clearly, we do not. I could name four instances in the last few months where we lost business after the people signed up because the walkers were such bad communicators.

And in THIS case, I begged the manager to send a walker I KNOW could have aced the interview, but he didn't want to for a reason I understand, but which didn't apply in this case.

He doesn't want me doing his job. _I_ don't want to do his job, but this thing has to change.

I'm just heartbroken for him, and US, over this lost opportunity. To his credit, the manager is the one who brought this amazing piece of business in the door. He was so excited, so proud...and then he went and blew it.

If I had a dollar for every time I said, "I can't fix what I don't know." I would be much better financed, I tell you what. Don't bring me the broken remnants! Let me fix it before it goes in the toilet!!

In re: fire work guy. I'd vote for silence is your friend.

That's creepy and...creepier.

Years ago, I asked some well-feminized guy friends if crap like that really worked and, bless them, they nodded morosely. "It does. It _really_ does."

I think you need to not only not respond, but block his number.

I think you need to not only not respond, but block his number.

Seconded.

I can't even say how much I don't want to go to an outdoor party today.

smonster, I do not even have a reply, I am snorffling in my coffee with disbelief.

bonny, UGH. I have a pretty good idea what your talking about, and it IS an on-going theme, isn't it? How very, very irritating.

I stayed up late and just woke up a bit ago. We may have houseguests, and I need to Clean All The Things.

But I must caffienate first...

My hands have been randomly numb since last night.

I Googled "mild numbness in hands."

And then I remembered why you never do that.

I don't...think I'm having a stroke?

I think you need to not only not respond, but block his number.

Yes. Inappropriate, creepy, and with a sprinkling of testing boundaries in kinda sketchy ways.

Polter, step away from Dr. Google. You are probably not having a stroke.

I Googled "mild numbness in hands."

There are so many reasons that hands can go numb. I'd guess you're more likely having repetitive stress symptoms (you do type a lot, yes?) rather than a stroke.