Since I have been requested by the thread originator, here goes:
1) The first time I saw my wife she was in a group of German tourists. I spotted her and ignored the rest of the group. We were married over 12 years later.
2) I love the German Autobahns and almost never drive less than 100 MPH (160 KPH) in the unlimited speed zones. Sadly there seem to be fewer of those every year.
3) I get paid to talk to someone once a week and belittle her.
4) In Prague I stared down a thief, who was trying to steal a piece of my luggage, probably my camera-bag backpack.
1) True – I met my wife when she came to the states on her HS class trip. They were doing the whole East Coast. Until the got to Philly , they'd been doing about a city a day and had stayed in motels. In Philly they stayed with families and yours truly volunteered to host one of them. When I saw the crowd, I quickly locked on her. As luck would have it, her friend was staying with me. We ended up being pen pals (pre-internet) for three years, but that faded and stopped.
Almost ten years after I first met her, my mother called to say I had gotten a letter. Turned out she was in NYC for three months and wanted to see if we were still friends. Two and a half years after that I gave up my apartment, sold my truck, quit my job, packed a bunch of my stuff into a shipping container, got married, and moved to Berlin.
2) True whenever I'm driving a car other than mine, but false for our game here – I love my car. It is cheap to operate, carries the whole family and a ton of crap, and is dependable as hell. Therefore I treat it gently. Under penalty of "wet willies" no one may drive it over 85 (135 KPH) and the preferred cruising speed is 75 (120 KPH). Give me someone else's car and I'm always over 100. I have no problem thrashing the shit out of a rental or a company car.
3) True – A friend is a small business owner. She realized at one point that she had lots of things going, but wasn't following through. Once a week she reports to me and I focus her work. I give her goals for the week, and I get paid to be nasty, if I think she's not working hard enough. Guilt trips are my preferred weapon.
4) True – When we were leaving Prague, we took a tram down to the train station. One stop before we needed to transfer to another line this guy gets on and looks around. He wasn't very subtle. The second he saw our backpacks and suitcase he snapped his head around and pretended he wasn't looking. It wasn't far to the next stop and he followed us off the tram. The stops were so close together, no one would have waited at the first stop just to go one stop and then wait again at the next stop.
I told my wife to put her pack on hold the suitcase very tightly. I tightened the straps on my camera-bag backpack and slid my
asp into my hand. I then just stared at him. He looked over every 20-30 seconds and just saw me staring back. I had my "don't f*** with me face on and was turned towards him like I was ready for a bar fight. After about three minutes, he decided he didn't want to wait for the next tram and jogged away.
A lot of you got that right. Although I thought it was funny that one of you thought it was too boring, someone else thought it was too scary, and the third thought the informative blurb was out of character.
Who's next?