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<blockquote data-quote="You" data-source="post: 108844" data-attributes="member: 514">bob can't get along Karl.bob can't get along with Gary.bob can't get along with Steve.bob can't get along with Dave. is bob the problem?true story: 15 ish version of me. Sunday morning, dad's dragging me to mass, and I decide to share with him a 'personal' problem. I tell him about this group of guys I just can't seem to get along with. Sharing nothing more specific than that, I proceed to name them off.&nbsp; Dad proceeds to name them back to me in a seemingly confused manner. &quot;You can't get along with Joe, John, ORRR Jacob?!&quot; &quot;Huh, ever think maybe YOU'RE the problem?&quot;&nbsp;For whatever reason on this day and not-so-typical of me, I was immediately pissed off that my dad suggested I may very well BE the problem! With yours truly Freshly pissed off we pull up to the church and I'm out of the truck before he's even in park. pissed-off power walking down the sidewalk to see Jesus and get the hell away from my old man, I catch movement in the church lawn out of the corner of my eye. Here it's my dad speed walking a straight line (quicker) to the churches door with a shiteating grin on his face. Well try as I might, he beat me to the door, and said &quot;here let me get the door for you&quot; while gingerly opening it with two hands (one over the other) while crouched slightly. His tone was how you'd expect someone to be talking to a three year old. I walked in, couldn't help but crack a smile, and that was the end of that.oh, and then I found a hundred dollars</blockquote>

[QUOTE="You, post: 108844, member: 514"] bob can't get along Karl. bob can't get along with Gary. bob can't get along with Steve. bob can't get along with Dave. is bob the problem? true story: 15 ish version of me. Sunday morning, dad's dragging me to mass, and I decide to share with him a 'personal' problem. I tell him about this group of guys I just can't seem to get along with. Sharing nothing more specific than that, I proceed to name them off. Dad proceeds to name them back to me in a seemingly confused manner. "You can't get along with Joe, John, ORRR Jacob?!" "Huh, ever think maybe YOU'RE the problem?" For whatever reason on this day and not-so-typical of me, I was immediately pissed off that my dad suggested I may very well BE the problem! With yours truly Freshly pissed off we pull up to the church and I'm out of the truck before he's even in park. pissed-off power walking down the sidewalk to see Jesus and get the hell away from my old man, I catch movement in the church lawn out of the corner of my eye. Here it's my dad speed walking a straight line (quicker) to the churches door with a shiteating grin on his face. Well try as I might, he beat me to the door, and said "here let me get the door for you" while gingerly opening it with two hands (one over the other) while crouched slightly. His tone was how you'd expect someone to be talking to a three year old. I walked in, couldn't help but crack a smile, and that was the end of that. oh, and then I found a hundred dollars [/QUOTE]

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