Well, it's been about 55 years since I thought about old man Pearson. He lived alone on the corner of our street when I was just a kid. His wife had died and he never remarried he just lived alone in that big old scary house on the corner. You never used to see him except when he came out to steal our ball when it went into his yard. He would grab it and then shake his fist at us and go back inside. One night us kids decided to go get our balls back! We snuck up to the window and peeked insde. There he was. Sitting in the middle of the empty dinning room. He had taken the covers of of all our balls and sewed them together to make a little jacket and matching hat. Well, we just broke down and started crying. The next day we went up to his door and rang the bell. When he came to the door we asked him if he would like to come out and play ball with us. He stood there for a moment and with tears streaming down his face he said Yes! Yes I would! Then we all yelled PSYCH!!! and ran off laughing. I miss the good old days.
2006-10-25 11:41:24
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answered by Justin Case 4
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Lester Pearson, Prime Minister of Canada from 1963-1968
2006-10-26 13:56:39
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answered by Anonymous
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I was visiting an elderly neighbour in hospital.Her daughter came in and proceeded to unpack 2 large oranges, 2 red apples and a packet of polos.I thought they were nice little gifts until the daughter said "Right Mother where is yer purse,you owe me for these,I`m not made of money.The old lady gave her a 5 pound note which was all she had apart from loose change.The daughter said "I `ll keep the change for my bus fare " !!!! I wouldn`t care but she left her brand new Audi at home because it would get scratched in the car park.When she had gone I told my neighbour that I would come back to see her shortly and went to the hospital shop and bought her some treats and a phone / tv card.I felt so sorry for her having such a mean daughter as she was such a dear old lady.
2006-10-25 11:40:16
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answered by Anonymous
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Joe Pearson who worked at the same company as me years ago, he was semi retired but very well off and only worked to keep himself away from spending time with his wife, a collection was sent round for a girl who was having a baby, when asked if he would like to contribute he got 10p out of his pocket and threw it in the box as the lady went to walk away he stopped her and asked for 5p change, everyone just stopped and stared open mouthed, he said even that was too much money to waste, how mean was that.
2006-10-25 13:19:16
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answered by Anonymous
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Pearson
2006-10-25 11:25:58
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answered by lalapalooza 2
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The meanest person I have ever met was Virginia Grandi. She was a *****. She was a ***** because she blamed it on me that I lost my job at the Federal Reserve Bank because I had sloppy work. It is not my fault that my former supervisor left the dept because he didn't want to lose his job at the Federal Reserve Bank when the check dept. closes. so he went to another dept. My name isn't Robin Kan. (she's my former supervisor's boss) and she sterotyped me. She told me that I belong in sales. Since I am Asian , most of the Asians do happen to work in the resturant industry, but she didn't know me that well. I can't even write or speak Cantonese fluently. and you can tell that I am not that enthusiastic . Whoever heard of a store wanting to lose customers? Also she told me that whoever didn't earn a 4-year degree belongs in the retail industry. What a bunch of B*sh*t. I didn't go to my local community college to learn all the Microsoft programs to work in the retail industry. That was why she was a *****.
2006-10-25 11:40:19
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answered by Anonymous
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It is certainly not Stuart Pearson of Man. City fame but it could perhaps be a person like him who has a surplus of broken cookers but who keeps most of them to himself.
2006-10-25 14:05:45
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answered by Whistler R 5
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Father Viale, at my grade school St.Rose of Lima, he was the meanest person i have ever met in my life. And a Roman Catholic Priest of all things. And the nuns were also horrible just full of meanness. Sister Colombo, i remember in the fourth grade she cut the bangs of a female classmate because they were hanging in her eye and she placed masking tap across her forehead and cut them straight across. That was a horrible shocking thing to see when you are only 9 years old. She scared me. Father Viale would grab people who were running through the court yard and late for school and grasp their lips and reprimand me for not stopping to speak. Unbelievable. I wonder if the vow of celibacy had anything to do with it. God bless
2006-10-25 15:18:21
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answered by ? 7
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Pearson?? I went to a fancy dress party when i was 8. It was James Pearson's birthday. I went dressed as a clown. No one else dressed up. I had to sit out of the party games because I couldn't run around in my massive clown shoes. I am scarred for life.... :-( He was quite mean.
2006-10-25 11:26:58
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answered by Hannah-Bee 1
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But at least you don't ever have to see that person again. I wouldn't call that mean I would call that selfish and disrespectful, maybe they are trying to tell you they didn't like you either. Just a thought.
Anyways the meanest person I ever met was a friend of a friend of mine who was the bossiest person in the world. She thought she was in control of everybody and after a few get2gether's with everybody I decided I couldn't handle it anymore, cause all she thought about was herself. And didn't care about anybody else but herself.
2006-10-25 11:25:42
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answered by jrealitytv 6
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