One of the problems with social media being everywhere, is that these stories spread quickly. In yesteryear, they had the same. Stories of some watery tart handing out swords to determine the countries leader and the like. But now, everyday you get swarmed with stories about a professor with a glass of sand, or some woman meeting an old man who is in a hurry to meet his wife with dementia.
Here in the asylum, we have stories of a fashion challenged, toilet lurking kraut, who will save the day. If it makes you feel better, Fantastic. But if the idea that he answers the phone mid Crap, and freely spills his guts post Crap doesn't make you go hmmmm, then you need to revisit that CRM thing about suspicion.
Just as fat mid aged cat owning single ladies love to read about never dieing true love. EK pilots love to read of the mashiah that will ride in on a white steed to their rescue.
Last edited by donpizmeov; 30th Sep 2016 at 10:51.