FULTON, Mo.- Happily married mother of two Nicole Samson still looks upon Valentine's Day as the bane of her existence. Nicole, 38, has mourned the holiday ever since Billy Johnson publicly refused her Valentine in the fifth grade.
"I don't understand her ailment," Hank Samson, Nicole's husband said. "When we first met in June of 1994 she was happy as a bug. Always enjoying our dates and getting me presents for no reason other than she loved me...Our courtship almost turned sour when I attempted to take her out for a nice Valentine's dinner the following year. She slapped me so hard I lost vision in my right eye for five hours!"
Nicole's parents have also noticed this trend. "I tried to tell her that Billy Johnson was a nobody, and that she shouldn't concern herself with his attitude. 'Plenty of fish in the sea,' her father said. But she wouldn't listen. She's ornery, that one," Susan Gomery, Nicole's mother said. "She won't even accept presents from us. She flat out refuses to speak to anyone. If Hank has to work we have to watch the children because she utterly neglects them on this the day of Love," Artie Gomery said sorrowfully of his daughter.
Aside from being watched by their grandparents, Nicole and Hank's children, Danielle, 5, and Ethan, 8, are deeply affected by their mother's depression. Hank said it is common of her to lock herself away in her bedroom with copious amounts of ice cream and chocolates, all of which she consumes herself in a frantic and unhealthy fashion. She often screams obscenities at romance movies and cries bloody murder while pounding her head against the south-facing wall of the room. Any attempt at communication with her is hopeless. "If she directly responds to anyone at all it's usually a demand for them to go to H-E-double hockey sticks. No, she's best to be left alone on the 14th," Hank says with obvious distress.
A neighbor told us that last year they heard the wailings of Nicole Samson through their own residence's walls. "It was unbearable, (the noise is) worse than any party the Nilson's throw on a football weekend. Those poor, wretched children," neighbor Monique Anders said.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Nebraskan Man Who Paid with $100 Bill Is Not Actually a Pimp
FRIEND, Ne.- Gabe Wedemeyer created a stir Tuesday night when he paid for a $2 cheeseburger with a $100 bill at the local Frankie J's diner.
Whispers immediately penetrated the small 15-by-20 room when he thumbed through his wallet, passing several smaller bills, and whipped out a Benjamin. "We don't see that too often," said Frankie Jameson, the owner. "It was damn near offensive, as if he thought he was too big of a man for a $5, or even a $20 dollar bill."
"I've never seen one in person before," Jimmie Schuck, 14, said. "I've only heard of 'em and seen them in movies."
Many people thought he looked like "an outsider" and was perhaps from "the city". "I don't like city-folk coming in here. They think they've got the lay of the land just by stopping in at a burger joint and picking up a good ol' fashioned sandwich for the road. That just ain't the way it works," said local Barbara Robins.
Some people even went as far as to say Wedemeyer looked like a criminal, or a "hustler". Another even called him a pimp. "I just don't like that type in here. I know he didn't bring his hoes or his duped up caddy," Leland Banks, a local said, "But it's about a man's stance, or 'swagger' as they call it up in Lincoln. He just gave a sex-soliciting vibe."
"I work as an accountant out of Omaha," said Wedemeyer. "I'm on my way to visit my sister in Scottsbluff. I've been coming through this very diner twice a year for the past 10 years. I love its character," Wedemeyer said with an appreciative glance around. "And the burgers are to die for," he added.
When asked whether he knew the locals had such notions about his character, he said, "I knew that they realized I was from a larger city, but dear god, I never knew that they thought I was a-a-a pimp!"
Wedemeyer has vowed never to return to Frankie J's Diner in Friend Nebraska, to which all of the locals sighed a collective sigh of relief. "I'm happy he's gone, I don't bode well with woman-haters," owner Frankie Jameson said.
Whispers immediately penetrated the small 15-by-20 room when he thumbed through his wallet, passing several smaller bills, and whipped out a Benjamin. "We don't see that too often," said Frankie Jameson, the owner. "It was damn near offensive, as if he thought he was too big of a man for a $5, or even a $20 dollar bill."
"I've never seen one in person before," Jimmie Schuck, 14, said. "I've only heard of 'em and seen them in movies."
Many people thought he looked like "an outsider" and was perhaps from "the city". "I don't like city-folk coming in here. They think they've got the lay of the land just by stopping in at a burger joint and picking up a good ol' fashioned sandwich for the road. That just ain't the way it works," said local Barbara Robins.
Some people even went as far as to say Wedemeyer looked like a criminal, or a "hustler". Another even called him a pimp. "I just don't like that type in here. I know he didn't bring his hoes or his duped up caddy," Leland Banks, a local said, "But it's about a man's stance, or 'swagger' as they call it up in Lincoln. He just gave a sex-soliciting vibe."
"I work as an accountant out of Omaha," said Wedemeyer. "I'm on my way to visit my sister in Scottsbluff. I've been coming through this very diner twice a year for the past 10 years. I love its character," Wedemeyer said with an appreciative glance around. "And the burgers are to die for," he added.
When asked whether he knew the locals had such notions about his character, he said, "I knew that they realized I was from a larger city, but dear god, I never knew that they thought I was a-a-a pimp!"
Wedemeyer has vowed never to return to Frankie J's Diner in Friend Nebraska, to which all of the locals sighed a collective sigh of relief. "I'm happy he's gone, I don't bode well with woman-haters," owner Frankie Jameson said.
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