In parking lots, I purposely walk "at right angles" to avoid suddenly appearing in front of moving vehicles and/or requiring them to wait "forever" if I were walking in a "direct" line to my intended destination.
Whether that is helpful is questionable - as is my probably-confusing-to-understand example.
I‘ve tried that with the judges at the Minnesota Civil Courthouse at the beginning of some restraining order hearings; it’s never worked, not even once. I usually get the, “You’re not here to butter up The Bench with platitudes and vapid fake greetings, Mr. Respondent. This is a court of law, need We remind you of that every couple of weeks? Grrrrrrrrr.” Sure doesn’t inspire faith and confidence of getting a fair decision. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
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After court is over for the day and before I depart to go back to my home in California, I just stop by Jane‘s place for some huggin’ and kissin. It really soothes me.
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Never mind, I’m beginning to get suspicious that you’re working with Jane S and for Jane S and against me. You’re probably just taking everything I say to you and feeding her the information. I thought you and I had something.
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Is that what they’re calling it these days? You young whippersnappers will never cease to amaze me.
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All of your side money that you don’t spend on tildes you should be depositing into my accounts, and I will do the same for you: all of my side money that I don’t spend on tildes I will deposit into your accounts. Even Steven. (Well, not really.)
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Does it count if I continuously try to isolate Australia as the only place Vegemite should flourish as a delicacy? Grrrrrrrr.
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“Too sensitive?” Why aren’t you ever that way with me? Grrrrrrrr.
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Honey Dew 