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There was a mechanics place that I had been to with my previous car. T hat place from time to time sold used cars. The owner knew that I had wanted an old car like a Toyota or a Honda so when he got one in, he called me and told me to go there.  I had only met the owner once or twice so that it's likely that he hadn't remembered me. I found the car on the lot that was for sale. And he said, "Oh, you're interested in that one?" As though I had found it serendipitously. He said that I needed to come into his office. I asked if we could do the paperwork outside(because covid was raging). He screamed, "GET IN HERE, NOW " in a nasty, crazy way. A normal person at this particular juncture would've left the parking lot area but I really wanted the car. So I opened the glass door of the office but held the door open to the outside, and didn't venture further inside. The owner said, "I could put on a mask, if you want."  I just stood there. He s...

  If bedside manner is a euphemism for “bitch” or “bastard”, then why don’t people just say “bitch” or “bastard” when referring to mean and evil doctors. When I went to see an eye doctor for my Glaucoma and it came up that I had moved to Connecticut recently, he turned to the resident and said, “Isn’t everyone leaving(this was pre covid) Connecticut?” “But we have you,” the eye doctor said, obnoxiously. I quoted the exact number of people who had left – perhaps I had got that info. from google or the radio. And then the eye doctor said again, “But we have you.” I had waited a long time to see him and the drive to his office was over an hour. I told him about a previous doctor I had seen. He told me I should go back to see her. He told me that he knew her. He told me that she was probably closer to where I live then he was. He asked, “Who are you going to pick – me or her?” “You,” I said. Somehow I rationalized that visit and went back again for a second visit wherein the first thin...

I tried to take my broker to a coffee shop once. It was a nice place with good food and I had enjoyed going there. We walked in and I was leading the way into the dining room that was full of people, when the cashier said, "Where are you going? What are you doing? Where are you going?" She got my attention. I retreated back to the counter. She said, "We close at 2:00 on Saturdays." The middle aged cashier had humiliated me in front of my real estate broker. We walked out the door and into the street. The broker, not a particularly nice woman, herself, said, "Did you see the look that the cashier had given you?" I hadn't. I wouldn't have known that there had been one - a look - if the realtor hadn't mentioned it. Another time when I had gone to this coffee shop, I had eaten there, by myself.  I paid with a credit card. Then I went to the bathroom. I decided to buy some baked goods. The cashier said that I should've bought them when I had pai...

Once over a year ago when I was in a happening town in Connecticut,  there was a group of people hanging out on the street corner, a short distance away, that resembled drug addicts and or homeless people. I was on my way to the health food store and suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a teenage boy on a bicycle who was going very fast and very close to where I was on the sidewalk so that if I had moved just slightly, I could've been killed or maimed. Then two seconds later another teenage boy did the exact same thing. The only thing that I had to compare it to was seagulls at the beach. When you're in the vicinity of their eggs, they dive bomb you. I went into the health food store somewhat upset. The cashier, a young woman locked eyes with me like I was one of the aforementioned drug addicts. I stood in front of a random shelf before I could get myself together. Soon the manager(I had been going to that store very occasionally throughout the years probably starting when she w...