I usually do my best to call THAT GUY out. My tolerance for such has decreased with my age!

I usually do my best to call THAT GUY out. My tolerance for such has decreased with my age!

 

I've gone the other way as I've gotten older. I actually get a chuckle out of THAT guy. It causes me to laugh as THAT guy repeats his high school football accomplishments with such detail and clarity. Heck, at my age, I have to look at jbwill's website to remember who we even played my senior year (well, except for who we played in the state game. I remember who we played and the final score but not much more).

Like leatherneck, I get a laugh out of THIS guy. I just keep him talking and ask a lot of question, I love it. The people standing around us usually give me looks, but I get some pleasure out of it.

Clyde, WTH??? I thought that we had a pleasant convo.

 

But, for a stretch, one of my older cousins used to date nothing but "this guy." During high school I would routinely get cornered during family gatherings by one of the random guys and listen to how they put it to Frank Jacobs when they would play NewCath. That is how I learned about credibility and smelling bull manure quickly.

Like Clyde, I struggle not to respond and question some of THAT GUY'S absolutely ridiculous statements....but then that only leads to more discussion with THAT GUY. I generally get a good laugh out of them for a few minutes, and then I say something to clearly call them out as I get up and walk off. (It would seem that a decade in construction has made me fairly open to confrontation.)

 

 

Perfect example....the last time I ran into THAT GUY, it was actually a little bit of a variation on THAT GUY. I was at construction pre-bid meeting down south of Nashville last year some time during football season, sitting at the bar at Applebees getting lunch, and there was a guy a couple of seats over - big dude, probably 6'-3", 290. ESPN is showing a clip of Eli Manning doing something or other, and then THAT GUY starts talking about Eli like he knows him. Then he starts talking about when he "played ball" with Eli, and finally he pulls this one, "Oh, sorry...I should've introduced myself. My name's Jared Lorenzen." I just about spit out my Diet Coke when he said that.

 

So, obviously, there's NO WAY this cat is Jared. I've met Jared plenty of times. We've got a couple dozen mutual friends. With no disrespect to Jared, this dude's straight up lying about being a not-so-notable ex-NFL player.

 

Anyway, I let the guy continue while I'm finishing my salad and "playing on my phone". I ask for my check and settle up, and then as I'm getting up to leave...I flashed THAT GUY the picture of Jared that I had just pulled up on my phone and tell him, "Next time you try to impress someone with lies about being an actual NFL player, make sure the person you're talking to didn't grow up in the same zip code as the guy you're posing as." I could hear the bartender chuckling as I walked out.

It is easy to avoid "THIS GUY"....

 

If you see someone drive up in his 1983 Duster with the 1981 grad tassle hanging from the rear view window and wearing his 1981 letterman's jacket.........walk the other way.

 

If you make a mistake and don't catch it.....tell "Uncle Rico" hello..........

 

"If I had a time machine I'd go back to 1984 and we'd win the championship"

"I bet I could throw this ball over those mountains"

Like Clyde, I struggle not to respond and question some of THAT GUY'S absolutely ridiculous statements....but then that only leads to more discussion with THAT GUY. I generally get a good laugh out of them for a few minutes, and then I say something to clearly call them out as I get up and walk off. (It would seem that a decade in construction has made me fairly open to confrontation.)

 

 

Perfect example....the last time I ran into THAT GUY, it was actually a little bit of a variation on THAT GUY. I was at construction pre-bid meeting down south of Nashville last year some time during football season, sitting at the bar at Applebees getting lunch, and there was a guy a couple of seats over - big dude, probably 6'-3", 290. ESPN is showing a clip of Eli Manning doing something or other, and then THAT GUY starts talking about Eli like he knows him. Then he starts talking about when he "played ball" with Eli, and finally he pulls this one, "Oh, sorry...I should've introduced myself. My name's Jared Lorenzen." I just about spit out my Diet Coke when he said that.

 

So, obviously, there's NO WAY this cat is Jared. I've met Jared plenty of times. We've got a couple dozen mutual friends. With no disrespect to Jared, this dude's straight up lying about being a not-so-notable ex-NFL player.

 

Anyway, I let the guy continue while I'm finishing my salad and "playing on my phone". I ask for my check and settle up, and then as I'm getting up to leave...I flashed THAT GUY the picture of Jared that I had just pulled up on my phone and tell him, "Next time you try to impress someone with lies about being an actual NFL player, make sure the person you're talking to didn't grow up in the same zip code as the guy you're posing as." I could hear the bartender chuckling as I walked out.

 

 

B E A utiful! Off topic but similar to your story. Years ago, before I even started dating Henry, she's on a plane flying into or out of CVG. Guy sitting next to her starts talking with her. Explains to her how he is in the construction industry and actually owns a construction company. She asks the name of the company. Guy tells her the name of the company is the company Henry's family owns! Oops. I don't recall if she called him out on it.

I have ran into that guy at Krogers before.

I have ran into that guy at Krogers before.

 

 

I own Kroger's

I own Kroger's

 

:lol2:

That made me LOL.

 

I was talking with a kid one time who was an "all star" at one of the public high schools in Cincy (Can't remember which). He went in to detail about how good he was, and how important he was to the team etc. Despite the fact that he was a good 350 lbs, he was the teams running back, too. There was a game that his team should have won the past season, but his game winning touchdown run was called back because the ref threw the flag on HIM for clipping! Apparently he knocked someone in the back when he was running for the touchdown. He said "Can you believe that?!"

 

I said nope I sure can't.

That made me LOL.

 

I was talking with a kid one time who was an "all star" at one of the public high schools in Cincy (Can't remember which). He went in to detail about how good he was, and how important he was to the team etc. Despite the fact that he was a good 350 lbs, he was the teams running back, too. There was a game that his team should have won the past season, but his game winning touchdown run was called back because the ref threw the flag on HIM for clipping! Apparently he knocked someone in the back when he was running for the touchdown. He said "Can you believe that?!"

 

I said nope I sure can't.

 

The ollllllllld "clipping a guy when you're the ball carrier" flag. It's a real bummer when they call you for that one.

Ran into a guy one time, he could squat 600 lbs, benched 500 lbs and could deadlift 800 lbs. But, he didn't get to play because the coach didn't like him.

Like Clyde, I struggle not to respond and question some of THAT GUY'S absolutely ridiculous statements....but then that only leads to more discussion with THAT GUY. I generally get a good laugh out of them for a few minutes, and then I say something to clearly call them out as I get up and walk off. (It would seem that a decade in construction has made me fairly open to confrontation.)

 

 

Perfect example....the last time I ran into THAT GUY, it was actually a little bit of a variation on THAT GUY. I was at construction pre-bid meeting down south of Nashville last year some time during football season, sitting at the bar at Applebees getting lunch, and there was a guy a couple of seats over - big dude, probably 6'-3", 290. ESPN is showing a clip of Eli Manning doing something or other, and then THAT GUY starts talking about Eli like he knows him. Then he starts talking about when he "played ball" with Eli, and finally he pulls this one, "Oh, sorry...I should've introduced myself. My name's Jared Lorenzen." I just about spit out my Diet Coke when he said that.

 

So, obviously, there's NO WAY this cat is Jared. I've met Jared plenty of times. We've got a couple dozen mutual friends. With no disrespect to Jared, this dude's straight up lying about being a not-so-notable ex-NFL player.

 

Anyway, I let the guy continue while I'm finishing my salad and "playing on my phone". I ask for my check and settle up, and then as I'm getting up to leave...I flashed THAT GUY the picture of Jared that I had just pulled up on my phone and tell him, "Next time you try to impress someone with lies about being an actual NFL player, make sure the person you're talking to didn't grow up in the same zip code as the guy you're posing as." I could hear the bartender chuckling as I walked out.

 

 

 

The 290 part should have been the dead giveaway...

The 290 part should have been the dead giveaway...

 

Oh you are so bad.