yep....
i work on the automile in norwood, mass.
it happened yestered. had to return a part for gwen's father van while we contemplate what to do with the van. needs a widow regulator. i had bought the gear tape that frequently fails on those models, but it turns out it needs more than that.
anywho, a jw from my old hall is the service janitor manager there. it was only a matter of time before we crossed paths. previously, he never saw me in there. his time he did. he was looking over the top of his terminal when i strolled in. we locked eyes. i have NO DOUBT he not only recognized me but formulated his stragedy quickly.
as i was waiting for a credit to my visa, "dino the dink" (as we have called him in the business for years) made every effort to attract my attention, including walking right behind me and taking down various posters that were hanging around the parts counter. i ignored him, though i could see him in the reflections of the glass around me
that was tantamount to shunning, because knowing him he would have come up and gave me an attabay slap and hey how are you doing. (its been nearly 3 years since i've seen him, and i know he was asking a fellow eployee about me not so long ago and how i was doing) he couldn't bring himself to do it.
poor dubs. i feel bad for them. although i don't feel bad about what happened yesterday, cause its programmned in them to behave worse than animals.
so......"dino the dink" if your reading this........g'day to ya!