Lawdawg unleashed

Friday night Randy held two tickets in his hand for what I thought would be a swanky evening.  The event [for Randy's work]  was held at Little America in the Grand Ballroom.

It started with social hour from 6-7 pm, which included an open bar and delicious horderves.

We socialized, bumped elbows with some big wigs,

and posed for this silly picture.

I know....I know.

The double guns, Randy in a boa, and me going "WTF?"  with a peacock on my head has no rhyme or reason.

I'm even a bit confused by the photo shoot.

We were then led into the dining area to find our designated seats.

On the bottom of our ticket, it said Table #6.

We find table #6 with four chairs out of eight available.

Two chairs had been saved with a cowboy hat and a wool coat.

The other two chairs were taken by a couple that I had a bad feeling about from the start.

Actually, they were only taking one chair between them both.

The girl was sitting on the guys' lap, and they seriously needed to get a room!

Red flag number one!

This wasn't the typical actions of people that are coming to a company sponsored event.....well unless the company is a whore house or strip club!

The gal spoke to us with attitude and was overly cocky.

I rolled my eyes too many times to count in those first minutes of having to talk to her.

The announcement was made for everyone to get in line for the gourmet buffet 

[is gourmet buffet an oxymoron?  Not when the buffet is at Little America!]

We realized that the event had a "Western" theme, once I saw men in their boots, hats and cowgirls on their arms.

The mechanical bull was a good clue also.

As Randy and I walked through the food line, we discussed our "red flag" dining partners, still sitting on each other back at the table.

I told Randy that something wasn't right!  They seemed out of place and sketchy.  Especially after the gal "couldn't find her ticket" to know that there was assigned seating.

Randy speculated that she was a hired escort for the metro-goon looking dude.

[he was wearing a stocking cap, pink button up shirt, and a scarf!  INSIDE!]

We made it back to our table with a plate full of amazing goodness.

The strange couple continued to make asinine comments.   The more they spoke, the more I got fired up, and the more I chugged my beer.

At this point, I am starting to go into an investigative mind.

I theorize that the couple is there as PARTY CRASHERS!!!!

Their story didn't make sense, they looked out of their realm,  and kept making cocky comments that were over the top.

Another couple came to our table with their tickets showing they were supposed to be sitting in 'red flag' people's seats.  They were turned away and told to find a different seat by the 'red flaggers'!!!!! 

OHHHHH!!!!  

OHHHHHH!!!!!!

OHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Now I'm really getting torqued!

[Josh]

Randy's co-worker Josh, and his girlfriend sat next to us, and I gave them the 411 on my hunch.

They were in agreeance.

We all put up with their phony baloney bullshit of talk and action until I finally boiled over and spewed my notice of their PARTY CRASHING once we all over heard the whore's phone convo saying that they are 'just PARTY CRASHING this gig' and it's a super fun night!

OH HELLLLLLLLL NO

 SHE DIDN'T!

Her boyfriend was in line to get a position to ride the mechanical bull.

I walked up to him and said,

"hmmmm, so you're gonna ride the bull huh?"

He said with a proud smile, "yeah"

I said, "are you supposed to be here?"

He said, "What do you mean?"

I said even louder, "ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE HERE?  You are party crashing aren't you?!?!"

He looked at me with eyes the size of the moon and said, "oh...you need to talk to her about that" and pointed to fakity fake fake girlfriend.

I said, "no!  YOU need to go talk to her because YOU came with her!"

I realized that he was a weenie and had no balls since he froze like a multicolored popcicle wearing a beanie.

I see that he is a shit-wonder, and  I won't be getting anywhere with him, so I head over to the girl-scumbag.

Face to face I said, "hey, are you supposed to be here?"

She said, "who are you?"

I said, "you're party crashing aren't you?"

She said, "I don't need to answer to you!  Who are you?"

I said, "I am someone who was invited and have tickets to prove it.  Show me your tickets!"

She said, "I don't have to show you shit and you need to get out of my face bitch."

I said, "Yes, you do need to show me your tickets, and you need to know that I'm on to you and your boyfriend.  We all overheard you talking on the phone saying you are here to PARTY CRASH"

~Now mind you, this was probably $100 tickets per person, and even though the event was free to me, it isn't right for someone to be a con artist and dishonest and take the gifts that they were not invited to take.  Something comes over me, [I call it lawdawg], that makes me stand to fight for truth and show that I will not be played a fool.

I think I need therapy.

I can not sit back and not say anything....which isn't always fun for Randy who is worried that a big cat fight will ensue in the middle of his peers.~

She said, "OH! So you were listening to my conversation!  I was talking to a friend who wedding crashes, you misunderstood."

I said, "ok then, show me your ticket!"

She said, "I don't have it"

I said, "Is your boss here?"

She said, "NO! He's home with his family"

I said, "Is there anyone here that you work with that can vouch for you being here?"

She said, "I don't have to prove anything to you.  I work for Ken Garff  [which has nothing to do with any of the companies that sponsored this event!] and I was in a trade show meeting all day and all I want to do is relax and have a drink and eat!"

She flashed a Ken Garff badge at me with an "eat shit and die" look on her face.

I said, "That doesn't mean shit!  For all I know, you stole that too!  Show me your tickets and I will leave you alone"

She yelled, "I DON'T HAVE THEM BITCH!!"

I turned to her boyfriend and said, "you better take her home now!"

I would have totally been chill if her response was different when I asked if she was party crashing.  I would have said, "well, have a good time, I just want you to know that I know", and I would have dropped the whole thing.  But her "I'm smarter than you all" attitude kept our feud going.

They never did leave, and her and I continued to give shitty looks, smart ass comments and finger gestures to each other.

I'm not proud of my continued confrontation with someone that I really should just pity.

But to sit back and have someone treat you like an idiot in their game of lies is hard for me to swallow.

I correlate it with watching a bully beat up an innocent person and doing nothing about it.

Then we all are criminals!

Once you know better, you must do better.

I don't think I will ever get away from the side of me that has to correct injustice, but I promise to temper it and put it in check..

I almost put Randy back into A-Fib from worry of how this confrontation could grow.

Even though I don't think a scene was made, and only the few people at our table even knew there was an issue, I don't like myself the next morning after lawdawg comes unleashed.

What do you think?

Is it appropriate to call someone out on the rug when they are cheating, lying, and being unjust?

Or is it more appropriate to turn a blind eye and not let it become your problem?

Seriously!!  Be truthful. 

What would you do?