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I am building a website where from the homepage i will open some other URI on the website into a lightbox (AJAX), and i want to use HTML5 push state and hash bangs as a fallback to manage changes of states.
Now i want the urls to be crawlable and Facebook shareable/likeable..
If the user browser supports HTML5 push state, no problem, he can share the URL (for example : http://myserveexample ) and Facebook will find the appropriate OG metas in the static content.
But if the user uses a HTML4 browser, he will have a url like http://myserve#!/example. and i want him to be able to share it through facebook anyway...
Now it looks like Facebook supports the _escaped_fragment_ replacement method, so i though i would simply redirect requests from http://myserve?_escaped_fragment_=/exampleto http://myserveexampleand everybody should be happy…
So i added a rewrite condition to my htaccess :
RewriteCond %{QUERY_STRING} ^_escaped_fragment\_=([^&]*)RewriteRule .* http://%{HTTP_HOST}/%1? [R=301,L,NE] My problem is that i can't make it work with Facebook, with Facebook linter it seems to percent-escape all the time the part of the URL after the hashbang, resulting in urls like http://myserve%2Fexample which lands to a 404 :-(
Does anybody knows how to trick Facebook into not escaping this part of the URL ?Can i do something on the apache mod_rewrite side ?
I am also open to any other valid ajax crawlable/likeable URL strategy ;)
Answer link : https://codehunter.cc/a/ajax/how-to-handle-facebook-sharing-like-with-hashbang-urls

My 13 month old girl is cutting her fourth tooth, and weaning from breastfeeding at the same time. I've slept six hours in three days, I feel like I'm back with a newborn except this newborn has claws and a deafening screech and adult textured shits. And even when I can get her to sleep she will just randomly scream and the whole process starts all over again. I feel so upset with myself for getting this upset with her and the things I think to myself are awful when I'm this tired, I just don't know what to do anymore. Shes nursed to sleep her entire life and now that we're weaning I feel like I have no idea on how to comfort her or put her to bed.. I'm just so tired of being tired of so many things.. There's no point to this besides an exhausted rant that just makes me feel better to say.

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I am a 26 year old male who exercises regularly and stays in good shape. I have late onset T1 Diabetes, but other than that have been pretty healthy.
On Monday I went to the ER because I suddenly quit being able to urinate. I still have no idea what caused that, but it got better that evening while I was in the hospital.
The ER doctor diagnosed me with Rhabdo because I had been training for a trail race. That doesn't even make sense because I showed no other symptoms, and I have been working out like this for years. I was actually feeling GREAT and super hydrated when I suddenly couldn't pee anymore.
He told me to follow up with my primary immediately because some of my kidney function numbers came back "a little off".
5 months ago GFR was 110 and creatinine was 0.97.
GFR is now 54 and creatinine is 1.76.
I'm not sure how to see if they found protein in my urine, but there were ketones found. I'm not clear on if they are related. They did find a small lesion/cyst on the right kidney during CT.
I follow up with my primary on Monday. I'm a little concerned just from googling the hell out of everything. Let's say I did actually have Rhabdo (which I am doubtful), could it have caused my GFR and creatinine to get so much worse?

I’ve been getting pretty bad pain in my upper stomach (kind of right below my chest) after every meal for a little over a week. The pain stays for a few hours and then wears off. Due to this I cut my meals to 1 or 2 times a day and basically had to stay in bed afterwards. I tried changing what I ate, cut dairy, gluten etc and nothing changed. For the last week I’ve also been getting vertigo randomly, I was outside and felt like fainting so ordered an Uber home. Now I’ve just been home all day and for the last hour have been feeling really dizzy in bed. I’m not doing anything new.
Not sure why this is happening, should I go to the doctor or wait it out? I am worried that I’ll be told I’m just being dramatic because i don’t know how to tell how bad the pain is or if the dizziness is serious.
I am relatively active and eat pretty healthy. I’m also on some medications, I started Spiro about a month ago and have been taking Wellbutrin for a year. I also had a tooth extraction about two weeks ago. I quit vaping at the same time as I had to but I didn’t vape frequently and haven’t in over 2 weeks.

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So to preface, I had my windows account made a long time ago. Let's say it was [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]). Due to some events that had happened last year, I had deleted my email for preventative purposes. It was still put in as my administrator account email on my Windows OS and it still is. So now today I created a new hotmail account so I can play halo and do some other shit on my PC but my account info still has [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]).com as the admin account email.
Is there a way to change this? Maybe get rid of it and create a new admin account? I've been using PC for god knows how long but have never had this kind of issue. Any input is appreciated.

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Sometimes, when I put my car into first gear, it won’t go in properly and then the car won’t move and gear box shakes etc. It’d take me a couple extra tries to get it to work and go into gear properly.
How to address this situation? Should I replace the entire gear box?

hi!! i apologize in advance if this is a stupid question, but i created a website and an ready to buy the personal annual plan. i was wondering if it was possible to pay for the fee partially with visa gift cards i have. i have about $75 between 2 gift cards.
i know a lot of websites won't accept multiple cards for payment (ie: for a $20 payment, let's say, using $10 in gift cards and then using a debit card to pay the rest), as they want you to do just one transaction with one payment type.
does anyone know if this is possible to do? has anyone tried it? if so, do you know how i might go about doing it?
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I have an old Harmony One+ remote, which has been great. I got a used One+, and I want to transfer my current remotes settings to the new one. I'm trying to make a copy or clone or my current remote, so I can replace it with the new one.
Is there a way to do this? I'm using the Windows MyHarmony software, I installed the latest copy. Logitech's support page here claims you can copy from an existing remote.
https://support.myharmony.com/en-bd/how-to-copy-a-previous-remote-configuration-to-a-new-remote
But when I click "Copy Settings", I only get one option, it immediately asks for login information for a Harmony account. I can't use my account, it won't accept my current login info.
It *will* let me enter an old password for my account (same email address), which pulls up an old configuration for my remote, with an old TV, etc. That is weird, but does not help.
Is there a way to do this? I do not want to manually reconfigure everything from scratch.

I’m generally a pretty introverted person and my best friend and roommate of the last couple of years is very extroverted. For reference, I’m 21 and we’re both in our third year of university. She’s definitely helped me come out of my shell which I’m grateful for. However, she has the capacity to hang out and talk with people for HOURS, virtually an entire day. I struggle with this and can feel very drained in these situations. I feel like when I tell her “hey, I’m pretty tired so I’m going to chill in my room for a bit” when all we’ve really done is talk for a long time, she doesn’t really get it and thinks I’m being kind of rude. She used to jokingly comment on me being alone in my room a lot last year. I think if I tried explaining my social battery being low she’d get offended and feel like since we’re so close she should be an exception. Any advice on how to approach this delicately?

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I find myself in a bizarre and angering situation.
I’m in my mid-50s and work in an office with about 30 people, all of whom are my employees. It’s my company.
In the summer of 2019, I went to a beach to take my dogs for a walk. Usually, the four of us (me, wife, 2 kids) go, or sometimes just me and my wife. This time, everyone was busy but it was a beautiful day, and I decided to take them to a beach that’s pretty far from here but apparently a great place to let dogs run around free. So off I went, parked, got the dogs out… who went screaming down to the water and had a wonderful time for like 2 hours. While there, I ran into one of my employees who was there with her dog. She, let’s call her Cindy, is stunningly beautiful and 30 years younger than me. Whatever, we did some idle chat, sat on a log, talked work, talked life, watched our dogs play in the water. Very pleasant and zero romantic interest or intent. I feel funny having to even say that, but it becomes relevant further down.
Who also happened to walk by is a good friend of my wife. Call her Jan. I’ve met Jan a few times, whatever, idle hellos. She had a curious look at my log-mate who I introduced to her, and that was it.
Several weeks later…
Once in a while, we attend conventions and tradeshows and whatever else, and a delegation of us participate. A group of us (Cindy among them) were there, and a few of us went up to the 20th floor of the hotel where one of our business associates had a hospitality suite. Hung out, had a drink, ate some fancy canapes and eventually it was time to go. Leaving at the same time was Cindy, so we shared the elevator down. Halfway down, call it 10th floor, door opens and Jan’s husband steps in. Let’s call him Greg. I’ve met Greg a few times, probably less than Jan. Idle chat, hello, he’s eyeing Cindy. Whatever. Elevator gets to the bottom and we all step out. No big deal.
About a month later, I get an email from Greg. Again, I don’t know this guy very well. I know he’s a very successful restauranteur and runs a few in town. They live in a nice house and are members of a prestigious country club and they’re big important people at their church. So I’m surprised to get this email, from this guy I don’t know very well asking me for money.
He paints a sob story of how business is tough and new minimum-wage guidelines are messing him up and he needs some time to sort it all out and it should be all ok but, long story short, hey man, can you lend me $20,000? I can start paying you back in three months, $1,000 a month.
Yes, it’s a lot of money… but I have it and he knows it and my thinking is that if this guy is coming to me, he really must be out of options. What’s it going to cost me? Not much, interest rates at the time were near zero… so sure, why not let this guy hold 20 grand for a bit, and in less than two years it’ll be paid off and I did something nice for someone. OK dude, here you go, and here are the terms. He wrote back, simply, “OK” – I would’ve expected a more gracious thank you, but whatever. They guy is stressed and has a lot on his plate. It’s all good.
Before the repayment period began, along came Covid… and all of his restaurants shut down. Obviously, I didn’t pursue the loan. I thought I’d let him come to me in due course and let me know what he plans to do, but I never heard from him. And now, he’s back in business, I see on Facebook they’ve been in Europe, they just bought their kid a car. Still haven’t heard from him, so finally, yesterday, I wrote him an email, a friendly note that said something like, “Hey man, this has almost fallen off my radar and it’s clearly fallen off yours entirely… how do you want to handle it?”
The response I got back… like fuck, just writing about it is pushing my bp up to 200. Basically, the gist of it was… hey, yeah, I'm surprised to hear from you... you know, I never really viewed it as a loan… I viewed it more like a permanent security deposit, the sort one keeps around when they don’t want certain information disclosed. Hope you and your young friend are doing well.
Holy fuck. I thought I was doing this guy a favour, a pretty deep one at that. And all this time, this smug asshole thought he’d successfully blackmailed me.
So now what do I do? I have plenty of options, and to be honest, I’m favouring the nuclear one… where I reply and CC everyone… his wife, his church, the country club, his work… hey everyone, your wonderful associate Greg thought he’d blackmailed we; what do we make of that?
I’m still shellshocked as this all transpired in the last 24 hours. I haven’t replied to him yet, but the longer I don’t, the longer I think he thinks he once again scored on me.
I am absolutely open to listening to whatever thoughts and advice any of you have.
TLDR: I lent a guy 20 grand and never heard from him for close to 4 years, and now when I come knocking, turns out he thought he’d blackmailed me and that it wasn’t really a loan.
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--- UPDATE 1, weekend ---
OK… well, just got home, had dinner, sat down in front of this computer… and now I know what “RIP my inbox” means. There are a lot of comments and many of them overlap, so I’ll address the common ones with some broad brushstrokes:
To begin with, I’m well-aware lawyers exist. I deal with them all day, and I am very clear what they bring to the table in a case like this. Certainly, just going straight to a lawyer and suing this fuckhead is an option, but I think that’s plan C or D, not plan A.
I should make something clear, and I can’t think of a way to say it without coming across like a giant asshole, but it’s entirely relevant why I’d be asking a bunch of strangers their opinion instead of calling a lawyer or the cops or whatever, and it’s this: This isn’t so much about the money as it is about what this fucker is trying to pull. I win or lose $20,000 on a good or bad night at The Wynn and forget about it the next day. I say this will all due respect to people for whom I understand 20 grand is a lot of money. To me, especially in this context, it’s not. It’s the principle of it. I’m sorry how that sounds to a lot of people these days, especially when a box of strawberries is $9. The world sucks these days. The issue here is how fucked over I’m feeling here, whether it’s $20 or $20,000 or $20,000,000 – getting blackmailed for any amount and holding the POS doing it accountable… whatever that means… that’s what it’s about.
My wife does not know about the 20k I lent this guy, but not because I’m specifically hiding it from her. The guy came to me all embarrassed and pleading for help, and this getting out would probably have affected my wife’s friendship with Jan. The guy came to me in confidence, and I’m happy to keep it. And wouldn’t my wife notice 20k missing from our common account? Absolutely not; money moves in and out of that account at a furious pace and she never looks at it anyway. I handle our finances, pay the credit cards and bills and that’s it. There’s always enough money around for whatever is needed.
But, should I tell her now? That’s part of the bigger question with respect to what do I do now. It’ll certainly affect their friendship and as far as I know, Jan doesn’t know about any of this. I can’t say that for certain, but I’ve seen Jan around and there’s zero hint of anything weird. So, that’s a consideration.
And that’s really the crux of this. I know I can squeeze my 20k back from this POS, but the question is above and beyond that. Like, if he suddenly showed up with my money, is that it? I just let it go? I just say oh thanks, and forget that pesky little blackmail issue? Do I? My gut is telling me fuck no, you don’t let someone screw around with you like that and just let them off the hook. Like a simple refund is going to undo the blackmail and what it implies? It’s an attack on my character and it’s an attack on my co-worker and it’s an indirect attack on my wife as well. So, like, fuck this guy… hence the nuclear option.
And no, I’m not having an affair, nor do I want to have an affair. If anything, all I'd like is to have the time to have an affair and if I did, I'd go fishing instead. My wife (let’s call her Marsha just to stay with the theme) has met Cindy, and we’ve both met Cindy’s partner. There has never been any weirdness between anyone. I didn’t get to where I am by doing stupid shit, and as anyone who’s thrived in the corporate world will tell you, you don’t dip your pen in the company ink. But as I’ve said, there’s zero to that and, further… if there were, why the hell would I be posting any of this? I’d allow myself to be blackmailed and move on I suppose.
As it turns out, between this post and this update, fuckhead texted me. I’m not even sure where he got my number and I didn’t have his; it came from an unfamiliar number. Anyway, he wants to meet in person and his text said something along lines of “I don’t want my email to be misunderstood so I’d prefer to discuss in person. Can we meet tomorrow? I can come to you.”
Actually, I can’t meet him tomorrow or the day after; I’m just too busy. I will probably set something up for later in the week and yes, I will have a lawyer present and will be happy to post an update after that meeting. Or if anything else interesting happens beforehand.
And if you posted a response below that wasn’t answered in this update, I’ll try to get to answering you eventually. I had no idea this would get so many replies, and I appreciate it. At least, most of them.
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--- UPDATE 2, Tuesday morning ---
Here’s a little update on this little situation…
By an overwhelming majority, like 100% to 0%, you’ve all suggested I tell my wife... sooner than later. Like, right now. I’d hesitated doing so because of the implications it might have on what I sense to be a valuable friendship in her life, and how this would inevitably blow it up. Many of you pointed out something I hadn’t considered, and still don’t, but it’s a non-zero chance… that Jan is somehow in on it. It doesn’t add up at all, but this would be a quick way to find out. But even if that’s not the case, my wife needs to know. OK, OK.
So, I told my wife… but before I tell you how that all went down, and her reaction, it’s important you understand our relationship.
We met ages ago, fresh out of high school. We both graduated the same year, 1986, me from a more privileged upper-middle-class life and west-side school, she from a lower-middle-class life and east side school. These two rarely mix, but…
In the summer of 1986, Vancouver hosted Expo 86, a World’s Fair. The entire summer was one huge party. Right after grad, I got a job at Expo, as did my future wife, and that’s where we met.
We were working guest services in a variety of jobs, a group of ten of us who became quite close, but eventually my wife and I were off on our own. Every night at the end of the day before Expo closed, there would be a huge fireworks and laser show. As employees, we had access to areas the public didn’t, and we found a tiny dock from where we’d go to watch the show. It’s where we first held hands. It’s where we first kissed. I even remember one time we were making out right as the show came to a close… thousands of people cheering behind us, the unobstructed view of the show in front of us… the big fireworks finale, the lasers going crazy everywhere, the Expo theme music blaring the final chorus… “There’s something happening, there’s something happening… here!!” – it sounds like something out of a Disney movie, but that was the scene. The dock was long gone by the time we got married, but I assure you, we’d have gone to get some pictures there if it were still around.
Before Expo finished, my family went camping, as we always did every summer… for basically the entire month of August. So, FW and I didn’t see each other for a while, but she was the first person I called when we got back, and we compared notes about classes we were enrolled. UBC is a big campus, me in sciences, she in arts… there was zero overlap but we were trying to figure out when we might see each other there.
Soon after, it occurred to me that I could drop a class, pick up another, make a change… I needed a language and was going to do Spanish. She was doing Italian, why not take that instead?
I mention all this because, if you’re married, you know… there’s a moment. There’s *that* moment… and the moment was when I walked into that Italian class the first day and she saw me… and the way her face lit up. You can’t fake that shit. And you can’t fake the way it made me feel. This is the one. This is forever.
She moved onto campus and had roomates. I lived at home. Second year, same thing. Third year, she moved off campus with some roomates. I was still at home, and not happy. I wasn’t happy with school, and without her there, my life would’ve been truly unbearable. But it was to her I vented how much I hated school, how useless it was, what a waste of time. And it was her, only her, that gently suggested maybe university wasn’t for me. All I did was talk about what I’d do when I finished my degree, and none of it had anything to do with the piece of paper I’d end up with. So why waste another two years? She said something insightful: The regret of failing is better than regret of never having tried. So dude, get on with it.
So… I dropped out, much to the horror of my parents. But she – from day one, my biggest supporter.
She stayed in school, of course. I didn’t. Her roommate situation was going sideways, and me wanting to work instead of study meant time to leave home. Not sure if that adds up in today’s world, but this was the 80s and that was the deal with my parents. We’ll support you while you’re studying, but once you’re done, you’re on your own.
Not to say they didn’t support us. We moved in together, two starving young people except we were never starving. We often had dinner at my parents’ or her parents’, and we’d never leave without copious amounts of frozen food. So much that we had to borrow freezer space from our neighbours to store it all, neighbours happy to participate in the feasting when it was time for the great thaw. I recall one neighbour asking one day about a frozen zucchini dish she’d been keeping for over a month, a dish we’d lost track of.
After she graduated we moved into a bigger place and kept at it. My business was growing… we were standing on our own two feet, and she picked up a pretty good job and things were great. One day, in 1998, I was reading an article about tax planning and implications of being formally married. I somewhat flippantly said, “You know, maybe we should get married”. That was met with silence… I turned and looked at her, and she looked like she was about to cry. Oh shit. “What…? Like don’t you think that…” – “This is how you ask me?” she said, half laughing and half upset at my incredibly lame proposal. It wasn’t a proposal, of course, just an out-loud thought driven by what I was reading, but I sensed I screwed up. Not soon after, at a fancy French restaurant, I did it right… with a ring, on my knee, a smattering of applause from nearby tables and a free dessert. And, funny, many years later, some guy came running up to us in the street… hey, did you propose to your wife at this certain restaurant around this time in 1998? Turns out it was our waiter.
Anyway, we got engaged… but didn’t get married till 2001. Then came the kids, all while the business grew. She quit her job and never went back to it as becoming a full-time mom became the thing. And all along, she was there to support me, guide me, argue with me, reason with me, knock some sense into me.
There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t be where I am today without her. Behind every successful man is one hell of a kick-ass woman – there’s my advice to all you guys wondering how to navigate the path to great success. Find a woman that can be everything to you, so you can be the same for her.
So, this has been a partnership from day one, where we share and trust and tell each other everything we feel the other needs to know. What you learn after a while is that not only do you not need to tell each other everything, but life is easier when you don’t impose on each other something they can’t help you with, don’t care about or stresses them out.
Around here, business is my business. She trusts me with it, and it’s certainly worked out well.
There are aspects of my life that she controls, and I grant that control freely. I love it; less things for me to worry about, in the hands of someone whose judgement I trust unconditionally. Wear this, eat this, be at this certain place at a certain time. I love it. Keep it coming; I make enough difficult decisions every day. There are things I don’t want to think about.
So yeah… we try not to overshare every tiny detail of everything because we both have a lot going on and burdening the other with useless info doesn’t help anything. Money moving around here and there? I take care of it. I never talk about it. She rarely asks.
Given all that, I have never, for one second, suspected her of anything, and she’d say the same. We joke around all the time… a beautiful woman will walk by, and, as a guy, you can’t help but look. “You can look, but don’t touch!” she’ll joke. Or, “Good luck with that… you’re not her type” or “In your dreams”. And I’ll do the same, some chiseled adonis on the beach… I’ll ask her, “What about that guy” and she’ll laugh and explain to me how there’s no way that guy could handle her. She’s entirely correct.
So that is the nature of our relationship, and I think I needed to say all of that to set up the context of what happened a couple of hours ago, especially in light of why I didn’t tell her in the first place. And, whether it matters or not, if the guy had simply come back with “Listen man, I’m so sorry, I just can’t pay it back. I’m in a bad place, I’m getting divorced, I’m being sued”… whatever, I would’ve said ok, shit happens, don’t worry about it at all, pay me back one day if you can, end of story. And I’d never, ever have mentioned it to my wife… and if it ever came to light, she might ask a question or two, but that would be it. I’d take a 10k write-off, accept I pissed away 10k on a bad judgement call and move on.
So… earlier tonight, lying in bed, shooting the shit, and I said listen… I have something to tell you and it’s strange and long and complicated, but here we go.
I started with something like, “Four or five years ago, I took the dogs to Brady Beach”
Oh yeah, she said, I remember… that was the day I dropped the kids off at my mom’s and then went to Anne’s baby shower. You ran into Jan at the beach, and also some co-worker. Cindy, right? The dogs came back exhausted.
Umm yeah, exactly. I guess we talked about it. Perhaps I forgot to mention my wife’s insanely good memory for certain things. I’m sure she can tell you what I was wearing that day to the beach. I wasn’t sure I’d told her about any of that. Turns out I had. But that shows how inconsequential I considered that entire episode to be.
OK, moving on… item number 2… I mentioned how the group was at a convention at so and so hotel, and blah blah blah, elevator ride, ran into Greg… Cindy was with me, etc.
“Oh, this is going to be about Cindy, right? Yeah, zero chance… ok, go on”
Wait… it sort of is about Cindy, but what do you mean? I’m not good enough for her?
My wife laughed her head off… “No, dummy… you? With her? Come on… if you were going to have an affair, she’d be something special. Intelligent, sophisticated, well-read and well-travelled. Not some pretty social-media butterfly. Come on.”
She then went on for like 2 minutes describing what my ideal mistress would look like, and painted a hell of a fine picture. I was very amused. After she finished, I asked her… “OK, so you’d be ok with me having an affair with someone like that?”
“Oh, hell no… I’d kill you. But, after that, she and I would become great friends.”
This is how we talk, but then it got serious.
OK, I said, keeping all that in mind, I want you to read a thread of emails… and gave her my phone to scroll the entire discussion with Greg. It’s one of these reply-reply-reply things, so they’re all nested and “backwards” where you have to read from bottom to top… so she did, slowly reading and scrolling up.
She read his plea for money, she read him asking for 20k, she read the discussion re logistics of how I was going to get it to him via email… her expression barely changed, though at one point she muttered something like “you’re too fucking nice”
The she noticed the email headers jumped from 2019 to 2023 and stopped, and asked if there was something missing. Nothing missing.
“You didn’t hear from him for 4 years?”
“Nope”
“Did he pay it back?”
“Nope”
“Did he pay any of it back?”
“Nope”
So, she kept reading to the end. To the top. And then almost blew her top.
Boy, was she angry. She was angry at Greg and she was also angry at Jan. Just an instant knee-jerk reaction of pure anger.
“OK… take it easy… deep breaths… ok, what do you think?”
She thought a lot of things. Not for one minute was the 20k mentioned with respect to “Why did you do it?” Like I said, she’d get that part of it and gloss over it, and that’s exactly what happened. That’s not the issue. At all.
We talked about it a lot. She questioned my leap in logic, and it’s crazy but what else is there? Can he mean some other young friend? I told her how rarely I see this guy, like once a year… no, I can’t imagine it being anyone else.
She honed in on something… that for Greg to have put 1 and 1 together, Jan must have told him about Cindy at the beach. Hey, I saw (me) at the beach with some young woman. And perhaps they discussed it, notwithstanding I introduced Jan to Cindy, my co-worker… which, yeah, of course, sounds suspicious. And then Greg told her about the elevator and they figured out it was the same woman… but then what?
It has to be Greg completely on his own, and… said my wife… if they thought you were having an affair, there’s no way Jan wouldn’t have said something to me. She loves this sort of drama, for sure she’d have said something. No way she’d keep it to herself. And she’s never ever hinted at anything of the sort. We wondered if they talked about it. She thinks Jan would’ve told him to stop being stupid, and if Greg chose to reach this conclusion, he did it on his own.
By the way, asked my wife, what was Greg doing getting on an elevator at that hotel on that day? Was he part of the convention? It’s a good question. His line of work has nothing to do with ours. Who knows.
Then, we watched an episode of Peaky Blinders, a show we’ve been getting into. It’s about a mob of British gangsters in the 1920s. In this particular episode, a couple of Peaky Blinder molls wander into a pub, where they’re disrespected. The Peaky Blinders show up later, beat the shit out of the guy and torch the pub to the ground.
“Do you know any Peaky Blinders?” asked my wife. Also, later, “I wonder how the Peaky Blinders would treat Greg. What do you think they’d do?”
No one here is suggesting violence, of course. She wants to reach out to Jan, but they haven’t been in touch recently, and I absolutely don’t want any of this discussed before I can talk to Greg, and I’m not sure when that’ll be. Trying to put it together for this week, but it’s becoming problematic. I have a lot going on, and there’s a particular friend of mine who’s also a lawyer that I want present, and he's busy.
So, that’s where we left it, for now. We’ll discuss it in the future, and neither of us will discuss it with anyone else until I’ve had a chance to talk to Greg.
And shit, I’ve been writing for far longer than intended and I’m now 3 minutes late to my own meeting. That’s it for now.
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-- UPDATE 3, Thursday morning --
Just a brief update to say there likely won’t be any more updates till next week, because it’s impossible for me, my lawyer, and Greg to be in the same place at the same time until at least Wednesday.
I’m anxious to sit in front of this POS and hear him out, so everything else is on hold until then.
As you might imagine, my wife and I are talking about little else besides this, and we’re both swaying back and forth on our opinions. Every version of opinion involves getting the money back; as much as it isn’t life-changing for us, obviously the principle of it stands. There’s nothing he can say that will forgive the debt, even if it follows him for the rest of his life.
But the second part of the opinions is… what then? It ranges from “let it go” to “burn him to the ground”
I understand – totally understand – everyone’s opinion here saying go all-out scorched earth on this asshole. I get it. If I were you, I’d be saying the same, and would look forward to updates where this POS has lost his businesses, his house, his family and, most importantly, his reputation. Because, frankly, he deserves it.
The thing no one else reading this has to live with is what we’re then saddled with for the rest of our lives… we (yes – deservedly, and by his own doing) tore someone’s life to bits. And in doing so, dragged in a lot of people… Cindy, for one, who’d have a glaring spotlight on her and I’d probably lose a valuable employee. This guy and his restaurants probably employ 100 people combined, and they might all be out of jobs which, from what I can tell, having now read every single review on every single one of his properties, are not bad places to work. The majority of reviews are positive. The negative ones are about petty things. And my wife's friendship with Jan, which, I'm learning, perhaps isn't as tight as I thought. It certainly was during Covid, but has cooled off since then.
What’s bothering us both a lot is how, if this guy is genuinely such a deplorable POS, nothing has ever come out of it. Blackmailing someone isn’t something most people flippantly do as their first foray into serious crime. You’d think a little shoplifting, steal some money, embezzle some money… would come before you step into the world of blackmail. But everything I’ve seen or read about this fucker is what a great person, what a great contributor to society, how great his businesses are, model citizen at church. It doesn’t add up at all. You’d think there’d be some history of something, so either there actually isn’t... which is odd, and concerning... or this guy is such a serious badass criminal POS that people who know are scared to say anything. Hiding in plain sight. Which in itself is also concerning. I don’t honestly know what to make of it, and look forward to looking him in the eye to see if, in person, some of these answers are revealed. But it’ll all have to wait till next week.

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