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Originally Posted by Boomer-61
A few months back when I was leaving work I noticed a reasonably well dressed male standing on the corner in the rain where the parking lot exits onto the highway. I stopped, we had a very short conversation and I offered him a lift. As we drove, this app. late 50's male, began to unfold this yarn about how he had just been discharged from active duty with the Special Forces and all the places he'd been from Vietnam to Bad Tolz, Germany. As he continued to speak my "weirdo/BS" inner alarm began to sound loud and clear and all I could think about was getting this guy out of my car as fast as possible. I dropped him, at his request, at the local Target store. As I was driving away I was thinking that I can't confirm or deny a thing this guy said. I've never been to Vietnam and all I remembered about Bad Tolz was that the barracks floor was spit shinned with boot polish. I have the utmost respect for the SF soldier and I want to afford that respect where it's due. In your collective opinions, what is the best way to manage this situation?
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How was the BJ?
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