True Story: You can’t make it up. Truth really is stranger than fiction.
Middle-aged man in bar: You want to go out to my car with me?
Me: No
Middle-aged man in bar: I’m rich as shit.
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I’m bartending in a bar in Big Sky Ski Resort. A very well-dressed, middle-aged couple come in. She’s wearing a full length fur. Bar just opened and is empty waiting for all the apres skiers and boarders to come off the mountain. I put a beverage napkin in front of them.
Me: What can I get for you?
Man: I detect an accent. Where are you from?
Me: Alabama.
Lady: Oh… So you don’t like black people?
Me: Speechless
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I went to a school reunion. I am a realtor so I passed out cards. Sure, always looking for business, but really just a way to keep in touch because it has my phone # and email address on it. I handed it to one young woman who I was pretty good friends with. This group was inviting me to join their supper club.
Old friend/classmate: You know, I’m really busy. I’m probably not going to call you.
She hands me my card back. Wouldn’t most of you just throw it away???
True Story 
NO WAY!? I cannot believe that. I would have kept it even if I were not going to call the person. Of course I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. So I would still have that damn card and wouldn’t even remember who the person was, just that I didn’t want to hurt anyone by throwing it away. I need help or at least need to be on an episode of hoarders!
Um, I remember you going to his truck.
I thought this blog was called ” true stories”