JonSR77
Senior Member
Well, in the relationship, I am clearly, far and away, the idiot.
My Laurie is just a very sweet person.
Back in the 80's, she and her parents went to a show at a New Jersey venue called Club Bene.
She and her parents are in this huge, huge line, waiting to get into the show. And everyone is getting annoyed.
And Laurie is getting super annoyed.
One of the local mob bosses came into the club and walked passed the line of people waiting and started to just walk right into the club. Everyone in line just stayed quiet, did not say a single thing, just terrified of this guy.
Not my Laurie. She was so pissed off, she just started yelling at the mob guy, and LOUD. Worse, it worked. The mob guy could not take it. He just gave up. He just left!!!
Five years ago, I gave Laurie her official Mafia nickname. It's "The Doorman."
One day, she came home from work and the screen door simply would not open. Laurie tried. Then she tried again, then she tried again. Each time she was getting more and more pissed off. Finally she kicked the door. She kicked the door so hard, the entire screen door crumpled like a crushed piece of aluminum foil.
I just stared at her with an open mouth as she walked past her little scene of destruction.
I steadied myself and meekly offered...."Laurie....your Mafia nickname is "The Doorman!"
(then, like a proper husband, I quickly ran away, downstairs, and locked the bathroom door until she cooled down).
My Laurie is just a very sweet person.
Back in the 80's, she and her parents went to a show at a New Jersey venue called Club Bene.
She and her parents are in this huge, huge line, waiting to get into the show. And everyone is getting annoyed.
And Laurie is getting super annoyed.
One of the local mob bosses came into the club and walked passed the line of people waiting and started to just walk right into the club. Everyone in line just stayed quiet, did not say a single thing, just terrified of this guy.
Not my Laurie. She was so pissed off, she just started yelling at the mob guy, and LOUD. Worse, it worked. The mob guy could not take it. He just gave up. He just left!!!
Five years ago, I gave Laurie her official Mafia nickname. It's "The Doorman."
One day, she came home from work and the screen door simply would not open. Laurie tried. Then she tried again, then she tried again. Each time she was getting more and more pissed off. Finally she kicked the door. She kicked the door so hard, the entire screen door crumpled like a crushed piece of aluminum foil.
I just stared at her with an open mouth as she walked past her little scene of destruction.
I steadied myself and meekly offered...."Laurie....your Mafia nickname is "The Doorman!"
(then, like a proper husband, I quickly ran away, downstairs, and locked the bathroom door until she cooled down).
