Finding your childhood bully on Facebook. Nope, not going to add that one to my friends list, that’s for sure.
Flashback to around 1990. Nine years old, a bit naive, with very big hair:
He was throwing 1 cent candy in his friends’ mouths, said “I’ll give you one too, but you’ve got to catch it!” and promptly throws one of those small watch batteries down my throat, causing me to nearly puke while choking it out. He probably thought he was very clever and funny, but I still think he’s a total tw*t, and would definitely kick him in the shins if I saw him again.
However, I bet if I saw his profile, it would say he still works at McDonalds and lives in his mom’s basement. That’s karma enough for me.