Are you pulling my freakin leg??? If not, truth is MUCH more stranger than fiction!
The jute box reminds me of a story about a Citicorp gathering we had at a bar. I put $5 into it, played my songs. They finally came on.
I noticed they were being “skipped”. At first I said WTF and looked over at the jute box. A bunch of black girls (mostly who were friends of the old Citicorp gang) were standing around it and I noticed one with her hand underneath the box.
I asked the bartender what was going on. I put my hard earned money into it and all my songs were being deleted and asked why she was doing that. She informed me there was a button under the box that fast forwarded to the next song.
I was SO pissed. I walked over and started to scream at them and told them they owed me $5 for skipping my songs. Of course it got out of hand and the bouncers came over. I told them what they were doing and I wanted my $5 back.
The bouncers kicked them out and the bar tried to give me my $5 to replay my songs. I refused their money because it was not they who had done it.
I just went and put in another $5 and played my songs.
Sometimes I hate people.
I’m as serious as I can be.
Why the guy was with a bunch of illegals I don’t know, he was a pasty white guy with red hair and freckles.
The guy really was a big guy. At one time he wanted to be a body builder, he pumped a lot of iron and he was strong.
On the job he could sling some iron around.
He was just a candy ass and a coward.
I know exactly what you are talking about with the “protected classes” and an attitude of “we can do whatever we want and no one can stop us”. Most places don’t stop it.