My boyfriend in NYaccused me of hooking up with his friend one night. He got this old crabby guy to do a lie detecter test on me. John Ross was his name. I will not forget that because he was as old as Betsy Ross!
I said I wanted to go to the place where the test could be done, but he told my boyfriend he would have to meet us at home or in a hotel room. He only travels around and has no office... WTF?
My moron boyfriend... Now ex boyfriend, hired this guy anyway. He said he wanted cash only and when he knocked on the door... He expected to be paid.
The old guy showed up with a machine that was as old as he was. It had paper rolls and moving pens on it. It looked like it was from the 1950s!
He grilled me and asked me all sorts of sexual questions. He accused me of lying to him and cheating on my boyfriend. This grandpa then hooked me up to this thing that should have been in a museum and asked me all sorts of questions.
I have never seen anything like this in my life! An old dude knocks on the door, demands cash and whips out an antique?
After all that... He says that he can't tell if I am lying! I wasn't lying to him anyway. I told my boyfriend to get lost after that... And am now dating someone else. I moved back to L.A., where at least the weirdos arent so... Crabby and old guys play golf all day instead of screwing with people.
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