When did a random nobody absolutely blow your frickin' mind?

I went to my local racquetball court looking for a pickup game when I was in my early 20s.

This was in San Diego back in 91 or 92.

I was reasonably athletic and I was just starting to consider myself competent at racquetball.

Anyway, the only other player there was a 70-year-old retired naval officer.

He offers a match, so lacking more athletic opposition, I accepted. Never before and never since

have I been beaten so badly at anything. He completely and effortlessly destroyed me. We played three

matches, and I scored only one point. I was left

exhausted and utterly broken. He barely broke a sweat. I don't think I've picked up a racket

since then, so utter was my defeat. In short, senior citizen crushes cocky 21-year-old,

63 to 1 playing racquetball.

Mullet man. I met this guy, a construction worker. He was gruff, older, and rocked a long,

long mullet. The party in the back was thick and went all the way down his back. I thought he was just a crusty, kind of white trash dude, and started calling him mullet man in my head and to my

co-workers. We worked for a competing firm and saw him at industry events. Fast forward a few

months, and I hear him telling someone how his niece has a terminal illness, and he's growing

out his hair for her to have a new wig made. He'd heard that untreated hair works best, so he figured his would be ideal.

I've never felt like such a jerk. You go, mullet man, you beautiful human.

I worked at an electronics retailer two years ago. One day, a middle-aged farmer, and I mean

farmer, complete with overalls, boots, and a straight build cap, came into the store

looking for a cell phone. I immediately sold him the simplest, easiest phone we carried,

going into great detail on every feature, including the camera, sending text messages, and every

imaginable part of the phone's hardware and software. The next day, the same guy comes in,

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