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This bus driver beat up a passenger, for what I would say was for no reason.

A bus driver from Phoenix, Arizona, was arrested on Friday evening after he repeatedly punched and kicked a 21-year-old man who attempted to use an incorrect metro card.

Todd Allen Shields is being charged with assault as well as disorderly conduct and criminal damage after the 45-year-old attacked the individual because he used a reduced-fare metro card that was intended for minors.

The man is reportedly doing fine and only sustained minor injuries despite the brutal assault, whilst Shields has been put on “investigative leave” by his employer.

The incident took place on Friday evening when Shields’ bus was stopped at the Montebello and 19th Avenue bus stop in Phoenix. The young man then looked to get onto the automobile with the incorrect card and Shields decided to ask him for ID as he didn’t believe he was young enough to use the card.

The man decided he didn’t want to show Shields any kind of identification and these lead to the altercation. First they began to shout at each other and then it became more verbally heated before the bus driver then threw him off the bus.

Desirae Madrid was on the bus when the fight started and she decided to document it all. You can watch a video of the ordeal below.

Madrid stated, “The bus driver stood up and picked him up to where the kid’s feet was literally off the floor and threw him out and I just remember seeing the kid fly off the other side of the little block that’s there and his feet were literally in the air.”

Shields then apparently punched and kicked the man, and even slammed his head onto a metal bench, before a man looked to break up the fight. Madrid then called the police and she was disgusted by his actions adding, “He is the driver and deals with the public every day. He is supposed to be professional.”

While Madrid noticed other passengers recording the incident, she was the only one to call police and wait around to give a report of what happened.

She says she watched her video over and over, and it still shocks her to see what happened.

‘It makes me angry and sick to my stomach,’ Madrid told ABC 15. ‘He is the driver and deals with the public every day. He is supposed to be a professional.’

The driver is an employee of Veolia Transportation, a Phoenix city contractor that runs the bus system. They released a statement Friday saying that the driver was put on investigative leave, pending a formal investigation into the incident.

‘I hope that the bus driver loses his job and can’t work with [the] public,’ Madrid said.

Shields was arrested Friday afternoon and charged with assault in addition to disorderly conduct and criminal damage.

Police say the man he beat up is ok, and only suffered minor injuries.

Asshole

Asshole

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Would you be mad if a stranger did this to you?

Even if that stranger was Shemar Moore? Sure, he is good looking. But! Ugh! I was grossed out. What do you think? How would you feel if a nice looking celebrity just tongued you down like that? Maybe, I should think of a sexy ass celebrity crush. I think I would still feel a way. I want to see what is going on. You, know?

For a celebrity, he sure does ANYTHING to stay relevant, huh?

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My business partnership is…

Over…

Could you have guessed? 

Continued…

Ann said we should all put in another $1000. Yea? No. First of all, although we had money missing, she was still talking about her cut. We agreed that she could take out $1000. She was feeling some kind of way, rememberFine. But, once I realized there was a shortage and we were trying to “figure” it out, she was like “oh, don’t forget my thousand.” Really?

She was also supposed to watch the video to see if she could tell who took the money. Pam told me they were watching the security footage — herself included. It was a task because they had to watch weeks of video footage. Then Ann goes “I hope I watch the video and I see that I took it.” She was half serious. Nah, she was dead serious. But, it was said “lightly.” Do you NOT know if you took the money? She would rather she took it and forgot, rather than her staff stealing. I COULD understand the point she was making, but it would have been nice if she COULD remember.

She said her staff also told her she paid them out of the money bag. She said she thinks she remembered taking something, but she would have remember $2200. Yea? How do you figure? Did you write it down? Did you mention it to us? She was going to try to figure that out. Honestly, I didn’t really care what happen to that money. Ann doesn’t seem to be on top of her finances like that, so I am pretty sure she could take money a few times and it can add up without her even knowing how much she took. I have seen her take money out of her register to pay something real quick. That is fine, when it is all your money. You can figure it out later. When it is a partnership, you need to account for everything.

I didn’t even care about the money I had already put in. I wanted out. I was done.

I wanted us to still be friends. I wanted to be able to do something else another time. Not something like this —  something else. We are thinkers, so another situation may be good. Retail and anything with inventory or day-to-day money management would not work for us. I am completely on top of my finances and take calculated risks, I can not be in a partnership that was going this way. If she needed me to do something, I could do it and vice versa.

She wants me to help her with a few projects and I am more than happy to do so. I rather do something and straight up get paid or just do a favor. I can’t put out money and wait to get it back together. Pam wasn’t really my friend. I mean…we were cool, but I just met her last year. Ann I have known each other from elementary school and became really good friends at 10 years old. That friendship is important. Pam could never talk to me again and I would forget all about it.

Now that I had decided I was done. I had to figure out what done actually meant. I decided I didn’t want any money back, I would take that loss and move on. They could continue doing it together and I will go do my own thing separately. Ann had all the customers and more knowledge. I really didn’t care though. I know enough and I rather do it my way. I am cool with starting slow and from the bottom.

I figure they got the better part of this deal. They still had each other. They didn’t have to give me any money. They still had product. All I wanted was the name. I thought of it and I didn’t want to think of a new one. No one really knew us, so I didn’t see the problem. ALL of our customers came from Ann’s shop and we hadn’t launched the site. We had the social networks, but I was almost the only one updating them and they weren’t poppin. Mainly because I was busy. Instagram had 700 friends, Facebook 100 something, Twitter like 5, Tumblr like 5 and Pinterest like 3. Instagram was updated the most and they helped with getting those followers. That was pretty much all we had going on in the social media world. So, what’s in a name? With Ann’s customers, they could use any name. We had photos that were paid for and I figured we could share them until either of us had a new shoot.  All we really had were some pictures. The ones from the shoot and the ones on Instagram. It wasn’t that serious.

I asked them to meet. I wanted to get this over with before I had to deal with the store. Ann had already given “Red” the $1300. When I was “going along,” I decided I would have to chip in on something. So, I found the smallest thing to do, which was buy the materials to fix the store. I gave Pam my card and told her she could use it at Home Depot. I told her she could spend $300. “Red” said it would cost $300.  Yes, I know. She spent $160. Good. I got my card back. “Red” was now supposed to meet with the owner to deal with this rent/lease/whatever. We were all supposed to meet AFTER “Red” dealt with the owner. Well, Ann told me he was going to meet him a week later than originally planned. Why? Because the “woman” whose name is on the lease, owed her insurance premium for the stores. The owner wouldn’t do anything until she brought her insurance up to date. She was 3 months behind. The owner apparently would not be liable if anything happened in these stores. So he gave her a week to pay 3 months of insurance premiums. “All we had to do was wait until next week.” Guess who wasn’t waiting until next week? You, got it! It was just getting more and more ridiculous by the day. I was like okay, by next week I won’t even need to know how this turns out. Ann was really telling me this like it was no biggie. Like “as soon as the woman pays her insurance we are good.” So, who is going to pay the insurance going forward? Hmmm…

Mind you, I had already broken down the money we would need to open the doors. We needed at least $7500 or more to get going. I mean, out the gate. She was talking about putting up $1000. That wasn’t going to do shit. When I came with my book and figures, they looked at me like “oh, you already worked it out?!” Yes. We would need at least $5000 worth of inventory to start and that isn’t even a lot. We would have to pay someone to work there; we all have jobs. We would have to buy signage. We would need to pay the electric, pay someone to hand out flyers, buy packaging and what ever else.

That extra $3000 she wanted to put up would do nothing. I told them I did not have that money and this wasn’t something I wanted to do. They were moving very aggressively and I was not in a position to do the same. They said maybe we can just get the space, pay the rent, but not open it yet. Just use the space for shows and shit. Man, please. I am not going to pay rent to entertain people who are not going to PAY! I wasn’t interested. Then the offer was maybe we can start putting money aside for the store. I am not putting shit aside. The store should be paying for itself —  for the most part. Then they suggested I buy in, when I was ready. Whatever they spend, I would have to put in the same amount and I could “get in” on the store. I would have to trust their numbers? Nope. I suggested they fund the store and keep all the profits and I fund the site and keep all the profits. They weren’t feeling that too much lol.

A few days later I called Ann and told her I wanted out. We talked and she figured we just needed a mediator or a business consultant. I wanted to give her a call, just so that she knew what I wanted to talk about when we met. We have known each other a long time and I wanted to run how I felt past her first.

She wasn’t really feeling giving me the name. Once I met with both of them the same day, I told Pam how I felt. She really didn’t want to give me the name either. But, they both agreed. I mean, why not? Pam had already told Ann, if I didn’t want to move on the store, they could do it alone. That did not offend me. They could and they should. I on the other hand, I can’t. I had two shipments coming to my house and I gave them almost all of the product. I took out a few pieces because it was a new supplier and I needed a sample of what they had to offer. I gave them the rest. We had about 47 pieces and I took 9. I thought that was fair. 

It has been about 2 months since we parted ways. I am going to stop by the shop this week to say “hey.”  I haven’t really seen them and I haven’t had much conversation with them either. I do know they thought of a new name and they have a new logo. It looks great! I also know the store is NOT open. I pass it all the time and I haven’t seen any action. I am assuming that fell through. I am not certain. 

I have been working on my site and trying to get ready to launch. I kind of wanted to touch base with them before I launched the site. Just to make sure we were cool. I don’t see why we wouldn’t be cool, but just in case.

There is officially NO MORE partnership.

Side note: Someone asked the other day what happened to “my” 18-year-old, lol. I have seen him a few times. I don’t know if he recognized me outside of my car. He didn’t speak. Or maybe, he just had nothing else to say, lol. Not so sure.

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The Customer Is NOT Always Right!

No way Jose! She called the woman a “Sand Nigga!” What the fuck? That pissed me off. People really need to stop and chill. I hate going out to eat with people who are too demanding. She is above and beyond demanding though.

Like I was saying, I do not like going out to eat with people who are demanding. I have siblings that are pretty much the worst. My brother will go to McDonalds and act like he is in a gourmet restaurant. Cut it out.

My older sister makes me think people spit in her food on the regular. I went to Wendy’s with her once and I refused to order, based on HOW she order her food. Nah, I will starve. She was horrible. Then the person got her order wrong. Oh no! She wanted to throw it at the person. Then she goes “You are not ordering?” I said “Did you think I wanted spit for lunch today.” No way.

My younger sister is probably the worst, but I have noticed she has improved over the years. Maybe because every single person she goes out with has the same “complaint.” She really acted like the people were her personal chefs, who should know what she wants. I believe she has received spit on occasion for her attitude.

I am have no idea why people feel these low-wage earners have time for the bullshit. I order. I say thanks. Oh, and I try to be specific with my order to minimize mistakes. I don’t like to send my food back. I am afraid of spit, if you can’t tell.

I would NEVER treat someone poorly. Actually, I like to be treated nice and with respect, but I am not a stickler for outstanding customer service. I appreciate it, but I also understand when someone is not having a good day. I also understand that some people should NOT even be working with the public. I choose to not make their issues my issues. If you get my order or what ever it is — right — I am cool. I may never visit a place again though — based on their staff.

What would you have done if you worked at Dunkin Donuts? The staff was outstanding in their response. I would have had an attitude at the very least. She probably would not have received shit, if she treated me that way.

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Naked Man on Train Station Alternates Between Fighting People and Doing Fancy Gymnastics

This probably isn’t funny. I laughed. This dude needs to lay off of the drugs.

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I got a peep into an 18 year old’s game!

The other day I was sitting in the car warming it up. This kid comes up to my window and knocks. I didn’t know what he wanted, but I opened the window. It was daytime and I was on my block. He asked for directions. Ok cool. He wanted to know how to get to the biggest major street in the neighborhood. Everyone knows where this street is —  I would think so. He was young though, so I just told him “walk straight, you are going to walk right into it. It is where the street ends.” He asked a few more questions to be “sure” where he was going. I repeated the information. I figured, I would give him the benefit of the doubt, right?

Then he goes “you are pretty.” I thanked him. Okay, cool. That was that. Then he goes “would you date an 18-year-old?” I said “no, I could never.” He looked in my backseat and saw 2 car seats, lol. That will run a mofo off quick! Nah, let me stop that never happened to me before. But an 18-year-old? Yea, he better run. I have grown up shit going on, lmao. He goes “Oh, you have kids?” I said “Yep, 2 of them.” He started backing away from the car.

I went to the store real quick and got a parking spot on my block again. That is like winning a small lotto prize guys! Why was this kid still out here? He came and knocked on my window again. Okay, now. I thought play time was over. He said “can you tell me how to get there again?” I looked at him and said “just keep walking.” He was about to say something else and I pressed the window-up-button.

This was like 2 weeks ago. This weekend I was in bed working on the computer and my daughter comes into my room. She likes to sit on my nightstand and look out the window. There isn’t much to see. There is a house directly behind my building and you can see their backyard clearly. You can see some other backyards partially. Sometimes people play basketball at the house directly behind my building. My daughter was watching them play. I heard them playing for a while, but I didn’t bother looking. I don’t remember what she said, but I decided to look out the window. Guess who was playing basketball by himself? Yep. He lives right behind me and was asking me for directions.

Now, I have the inside look on 18-year-old  game. LOL.

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Update On My Business Partnership Pt. 2

During the last week of April, with pretty much no money in our account, Ann said she found a store for us to rent. HUH? Store? We can’t even get everything right in her shop. There was literally $150 in our account because I had just placed an order with all the money we actually had left. I didn’t know we were opening a store!

Ann and Pam thought opening a store right NOW — was a good idea. I thought Ann was just mentioning the “deal” on a store front. I didn’t realize they were dead serious about actually paying the first month’s rent. Let us not forget we were still out $2200. How on earth could this be the right time to open a store? Sigh. I was working on the website and before even launching the site, they wanted to just open a store front?! Why would we opt to pay overhead so soon? I thought with a $150 in the bank — this was outlandish. I voiced my concern. Instead of making back some of the money we lost, taking time to find out what happened to the money, or launching the site, they wanted to put more money in for the store. I was SO not interested.

Ann was very passionate about this store. She felt we couldn’t beat the price and I couldn’t wait for the perfect time. Um..Okay. I voiced my concerns over and over. Finally, she said they were both in and it was 2 against one. Fine. I am in. I have no money, but sure, I will ride. I planned on riding without putting any more money in though. Which was unrealistic.

Details on the store.

Ann knew the guy with the store because he sold wholesale products. She bought his exclusive line of products for her shop.  He now had a store and told her they could split the rent. The rent was $1300 for a store in Brooklyn. That was good rent. Fine. In all reality, I was just watching the foolishness. The deal: he had already paid April’s rent, we would pay May and then start splitting the rent in June. She told me all of this during the last week of April. Who else would have paid April’s rent? It was his store! She also said we didn’t have to pay any security or deposit because he already had the store. A “deal like this would NEVER happen again.”  Fine. I still wasn’t feeling it. After she said they were moving on this, I went to see the store on April 30th. It was fine. Just needed to be painted, shelved and minor things. He had the store for a month and had done nothing to the spot. He was literally waiting for someone to come along and pay to fix it up and pay the first months’s rent — in exchange for no security. Under the right circumstances  that probably could have been a good deal, but for me…not today.

Ann asked us to write-up a contract to sublease the storefront. Why would we write the contract? He is subleasing to us! Fine. He who writes the contract is in the better position anyway. This was ridiculous. I asked the guy for the lease. The lease is in someone else’s name; a woman no one has met. Um, with whom would I be writing this contract? This guy wasn’t even on the lease. Apparently he knows the woman who owns the store and the store next door. She was letting go of one of the stores. He made some kind of deal to take over the other store and pay the rent. He wasn’t going to alter the lease, because according to him, he didn’t want the owner to raise the rent under a new deal. He was going to pretend to be the woman’s nephew to the owner. This whole thing sounded like a story to me. But, who knows?! He didn’t want to pay the rent alone, so it seemed he went on a hunt to find someone to share the space. The lease was raggedy. It seems like he was bringing that shit everywhere. I have never seen a lease that had “dog ears.” Something felt “scammish.” He had not paid anything on the place yet. He claimed he paid April’s rent and we would pay May. May was actually going to be the first payment — due on May 1st. I saw the place on April 30th and he needed the money that day. Seeing as how the lease was in the “woman’s” name, how could I possibly write a contract between him and us? I asked him about this and he said “just write it out to me.” I wouldn’t waste my keystrokes. I told Ann we needed to write a contract with the lease holder and have her sign it. She said, “just leave that part blank and he can bring it to her to sign.” Then I said by the way, “what is this guy’s name?” I mean, I would need to know his name, if I were to write this fake-ass contract. She said “they call him Red, I don’t know his name.” Um, so….Should I put “Red” on the contract? She said “just  leave that part blank, so he could write it in later.” Am I the only one that thought this was nuts? Imagine having to go to court with this “contract?” LOL. I could just imagine Judge Mathis ripping me a new one. I love him and his show.

“Red” needed the money THAT day. He said if we didn’t do the deal THAT day, we wouldn’t be doing it at all. Fine with me. I thought this was some bullshit anyway. Who rushes like this anyway? Who writes a contract with someone and you don’t know their name? Who subleases a place and never even meets the person who actually has their name on the lease? “Red” was waiting for the money. I didn’t have any, so I wasn’t really concerning myself. Ann had to tell him to come back later, so she could go to the bank. I suggested she do a transfer. You know, have record of this payment! He also said “we could talk about how much we need to sell in order to pay rent later.” Why would we be having that conversation? Why would we need to know how much HE needed to sell in order to pay rent? That concerned me a bit. We were supposed to split the space. Which means, he sells his thing and we sell ours. If we cross sell for each other, who ever owns the product would get the sale. I really don’t care what he did, as long as he came up with his rent.

Are you wondering how this turned out?

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