So a guy with a big mouth walks into a Starbucks (no, this is not the start of a bad joke - or, maybe it is) and wants to sit at a table. With none available, he tells me and the young man next to me to leave - he was joking of course, but I could tell he was going to be one of those annoying types. Using "fuck" as both an adjective and a verb in reference to his ex-wife, his 22-year-old daughter and his female algebra instructor. Yeah, not exactly a classy type.
In less than 10 minutes I knew more about him than I wanted to know: 42-years-old, crazy ex-wife who's 30, father of seven, runs 12 different construction businesses, hangs out with his daughter's friends, worked as a tool maker, creating the prototype machine for the manufacture of a well-know razor brand ("And you know how much money I got out of it? My $11.00 an hour, that's it!"), owned and lived on an island in the Sound (to which he brought homeless people to eat, work and live - my comment was that I hope he didn't get in trouble by infringing on their 13th, 14th or 15th amendment rights), had a car accident that left him with amnesia for 8 months, walked around after the accident with his brains hanging out ("LITERALLY hanging out, you know what I mean??").
But he's leaving all that behind and studying to become a nurse.
I got a bad vibe from the guy when he insinuated that he'd thought about being with his oldest daughter but that he could "never be in someone who had come out of" his ex-wife. He also took alot of time settling in to his "less than desired" place at the window and did his homework out loud - until I asked him to do it quietly.
Oh, and he plans on getting his algebra instructor fired because he doesn't like her. <sheesh>
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