Hey Tom: you are calling me a liar. Explain, please.
Of course, you simply constructed this anecdotal person out of thin air, otherwise uncomfortable questions start to come up:
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You can create an imaginary circumstance to meet any point I have. But look at the real world.
This is from mid-1994, on a 4 am taxi ride lasting some 40 minutes, from Haberfield to Bondi (in Sydney). I've never seen him since, as is the usual case with taxi drivers. However, his story was so extreme that I've remembered it ever since.
Now, we have never been unpleasant with each other so far, so it's your serve now: why are you flatly stating that I lied, without even asking first? Did my recent blast over at CE bother you in any way, maybe?
Do you have anything more to say about this?