About All Things Pappy/VanWinkle

[Richnimrod]

My first impression, Underhilltab, is that you have a very creative mind, and a decent style of fictional prose; however; I'm left unsure if the article is factual or fictional.

In today's rather insane world of rare Bourbon acquisition now being pretty obsessive, this is within the realm of possibility, so I defer, and give the benefit of the doubt.

Therefor, unless proven fictional, I reserve my personal award for 'Best Non-Fact Writing of the Decade' until further notice.

Great Story! I hope your head is healing up. At least you have some pretty good whiskey with which to lubricate the grey matter.

[dcbt]

I was about to call BS until I noticed Underhilltab is in NJ. Now I believe it.

[Tony Santana]

Yeah, I'm not 100% sure whether to believe it either, but will give the benefit of the doubt. Really, I'm not sure if it matters - great story.

[Louisiana]

That's what I say! Great story either way!

[gusto16]

I vote that story as the Post of the Year!

[HOF44]

Yeah, I'm not 100% sure whether to believe it either, but will give the benefit of the doubt. Really, I'm not sure if it matters - great story.

I was right there with him until the figure 4 leg lock. Then I was like WUT??? Then he reels me back in with the details of no WLW or ER17 just SAZ18 and GTS. True or not very highly entertaining! Also what it says about the current climate that we can even possibly believe this is CRAZY!

[portugieser]

I sure as hell can't beat that story, but was lucky enough to get a bottle of VWFR Rye from 2013. It is an "E" bottle number and was curious if we know what the letters at the beginning of the bottle numbers represent? Many thanks.

[cde1218]

Greatest story ever- even had a happy ending (kind of)!

[dcbt]

I'd suggest some photographic evidence to prove this story, but I'm not sure I don't want it to be made up.

[Tony Santana]

I'd suggest some photographic evidence to prove this story, but I'm not sure I don't want it to be made up.

I'd like to see the police report. And find out what happens when he finally has to deal with his new next door office neighbor.

[gusto16]

Greatest story ever- even had a happy ending (kind of)!

Yea - it always brings a tear to my eye when the good guy gets the bourbon in the end [emoji1]

[Hop]

I'd like to see the police report. And find out what happens when he finally has to deal with his new next door office neighbor.

I agree. Anxiously awaiting Chapter Two...

[Paddy]

I though this was the best part of the story “Whose Pappy is it now, biatch.†(you, after having procured six premiums).

Until you realized that he works with you! :shocked: How could you even make that up? :skep:

I hope this is a true story, and I hope you prosecute the crap out of his dumb ass!

[amg]

Incredible. I'd been ignoring this thread for a while, but I'm glad I opened it!

[johnnybogey]

what would make this story more epic is if it turned out he was your new boss or vice versa.

[Heashfus]

That was the best thing I've read!

[finman]

Just picked up my yearly Pappy allocation can't wait to get home and try it!

[smokinjoe]

Just picked up my yearly Pappy allocation can't wait to get home and try it!

What a coincidence! Another guy reported in another thread that he picked up Pappy today, too!!! Gollygeewhillikers!!!!!!!

[Louisiana]

What a coincidence! Another guy reported in another thread that he picked up Pappy today, too!!! Gollygeewhillikers!!!!!!!

No joke! And that was his first two post! Your not gonna earn any respect like that finman. SB should boot your a**!

[Underhilltab]

Thanks to all of you who read my initial post. For those of you who commented, I’d like to reply to each of you individually, but I have my hands full at the moment. If you are interested in an update . . .

I couldn't sleep much at all last night. I was excited and thinking about my new high-end bunker additions. I also couldn't stop replaying the events of the last day and a half over and over in my head. Mostly, however, I knew I would have to encounter, confront, or maybe even avoid this guy on a daily basis...and, frankly, that thought unnerved me.

I like to go for a run in the morning to clear my head and plan out the day as best I can. On this morning's run, I decided that I would make the first overture and potentially even offer an olive branch to the guy for the sake of the work environment. My wife agreed and although I flip-flopped in the car a few times, I was still resolute in my decision by the time I made it into work.

I turned on my computer, replied to a few e-mails, went down to the cafeteria to pick up some breakfast, ate the breakfast, all the while gathering the courage to walk next door. When I was within minutes of making the short journey down the hallway, I looked up and saw a large figure up against the glass pane that connects to my office door. Then I noticed a motioning as if to ask if I were on the phone. Lo and behold, it was him! I motioned back that I wasn't on the phone and that he could open the door.

The entire process that I had rehearsed repeatedly during the run and in the car went out the window within a nanosecond. I took a deep breath and figured I would go with the flow. The flow, however, was quite unfortunate. If I learned anything from the liquor store fiasco, I guess it should have been to expect the unexpected. And, oh my, was the following exchange unexpected.

He opened my door and then immediately closed it behind him without asking. I have a tall but narrow bookshelf against the wall to the left of the glass. He slid the bookshelf over positioning it in front of the glass. It took me a second to process what he was doing and why. I never would have guessed the right answer to either one. There was no apology or explanation for his actions the other day forthcoming.

Our end of the hallway is somewhat sparsely populated to begin with and now he had complete privacy with my door closed and the glass covered. I rocketed up out of my chair, my legs still hurting from the leg lock, and thought I might need to protect myself. I rarely wear a tie, but I did today because I was scheduled to have some external meetings. Before I could say anything, he yanked me by the tie and, in one swift motion, shoved me in front of the closed door. He stood in front of the bookshelf so that I suspect all that was visible from the hallway was the top of his head.

What happened next was perhaps the piece-de-resistance of the entire three day ordeal. As he pushed me against the wall and I flinched for a punch, he took both of his hands, raised them up to my chest, and then grabbed my nipples in a fit of rage through my dress shirt and undershirt. He tightened his grip as hard as he could, was scrunching up his face as if to apply every bit of energy he had into his hands, and bent his legs down and sprang up into a violent twisting motion several times as if he were doing squats with my nipples as his overhead barbell. I was trying to swat down his hands and push him away, but it was useless. He was like a rabid fox with prey in between its teeth.

Yes, indeed that's correct, I was the victim of a grown man "purple nurple" or old fashioned "titty twister"...whatever you may have called it as a kid. I would have laughed hysterically and drooled all over myself just thinking about explaining this to my old college buddies, on top of the head-butt and figure-four leg lock from the other day, but just like in the liquor store I was in sheer pain and desperation. Not to mention, this was now in my workplace and could affect my livelihood.

As he twisted each hand in opposite directions harder and harder, he began to formulate a very serious look on his face and he said in a calm, almost whisper -- nothing like when he was screaming during the leg lock: "You're lucky I have friends in high places and got out of that situation with a slap on the wrist. That was all of your fault for taking what was rightfully mine. Here's what you're going to do. You're going to go home tonight and get that box with all the fancy bottles and put it on my chair before I get into work tomorrow. If you do that, we will drop this and act like this all never happened. If you don't, I promise you don't want to find out what will happen next. And if you say anything to anybody at work or otherwise about what happened the other day or what's happening right now, I guarantee you that I'll bring you down with me."

He then let go of his double vice grip and sort of patted me on the chest and straightened my tie. I muttered something like how could I trust him to drop everything, if I delivered, after all that has happened. He opened his mouth very deliberately once more and said, "Repeat after me, Pappy equals happy!" I didn't repeat anything, but just stared up at him trying to anticipate his next move. With that, he pushed the bookcase back into place, opened the door, looked back to give me a nasty glare, and exited down the hallway to his office. I went home at lunch and worked remotely the rest of the day.

I am a pretty non-confrontational person and I generally get along with everybody. I really can't even believe any of this has happened. Maybe I was just in the wrong place at the right time, or the right place at the wrong time. If you break down the week's events into solitary pieces, each piece, in and of itself, is difficult to fathom. But everything altogether...how could it possibly be real! I am bewildered and exhausted. Emotionally and physically drained. I have the head knot, weak and scraped legs, and two-inch diameter contusions surrounding each nipple and my entire chest hurts to the touch (and it's not even the next day yet).

It may sound strange, but I don't want to make a bigger deal of these few days than is necessary or endanger my family, myself, or my job in any way. Of course, I'd love to teach him a lesson, but he apparently escaped the wrath of the authorities on one occasion already. Is 6 bottles of Pappy and BTAC worth this mess? I think any reasonable person knows the answer to that rhetorical question. I could pretend that the box had only three bottles in it and keep the other three, but I don't want to take any chances with this guy. After talking it over with my wife at length tonight, I'm pretty sure I'll take the box into the office tomorrow and leave it on his chair. The thought that he could be a flipper devastates me though.

Some say the thrill of the hunt is the best part...and this was quite a hunt if nothing else. The kill didn't go so well ...either time. Oh well.

[gusto16]

No frigging way, Man.

You cannot let that happen for so many reasons.

[dcbt]

Spinning quite the yarn... Now I feel like I'm reading a really bad John Grisham book.

[B.B. Babington]

Will he demand lunch money next week? Definitely don't give it to him for free! Sell it to him. Buy a pocket recorder. Put a camera in the office. Pepper spray is a good investment because you can use it to spice up a bland pizza on short notice.

[camduncan]

Yep, I'm sorry, but if that really happened I'd be on the phone to the police before he'd even sat down in his office... Plus, any decent company would want you to file a HR complaint in this situation. At the very least they should be moving you from the floor to a different one while the investigation takes place.

[elmossle]

Yeah that crap can't fly and handing over the bottles is just not an option IMO. Its not about the juice at all, its about you and something that happened outside of work affecting your job now. If you hand those bottles over now, he is just going to continue to get more and more out of you each and everyday at the office. What do you think will happen next year even if you don't go hunting for PVW or BTAC??!! He is going to expect you to hand over something to him. I don't care how big or strong he is, I'd tell him to go F himself or deal with HR. If you give in now, you might as well start looking for a new job because he will ride you like a mule until you do leave. Just my $.02.