Tonight I had a man curse me out for about ten minutes. He really threw everything everything in there, checked the list twice, then started over again. I think he was looking for some reaction from me. I think I was supposed to curse him back, or cry. He didn't yell. It was just a steady stream of abuse.
I should have called the police, but whenever I do that, they just get louder, and always are gone before the cops get there anyway. It's really the best thing to do, though, and I'll take that route next time.
It kind of tickles me in an odd sort of way, and it usually goes through my mind during one of these episodes: after the drill sergeants get done, there's nothing that a non-family member can say that will really zing you. You're like armor-plated for life.
Posted by floridacracker at February 14, 2005 09:58 PMMaybe it would have been a better idea to train Lilly to attack only ***certain*** people.
Any thoughts on Dicky Betts appearance on the Grammy's the other night? First time I've watched them in 10 years.
Posted by: Salt Lick at February 15, 2005 09:56 AMYeah, too bad I can't take Lilly to work with me.
I tried to watch, but the channel that the Grammy's were on wasn't coming in good. I read an article that said Dickie sounded like a "chain-smoking frog." Did he?
Posted by: Donnah at February 15, 2005 10:38 AMWell, he and the lead singer for Lynrd Skynrd both sounded like they had trouble finding and holding notes. What bothered me most about Dickie is that he kept doing an "old man" thing with his mouth -- that thing where the mouths of old folks kind of twitch in and out like they can't make up their minds whether to pucker for a kiss.
Now, it could have been that Dickie was just "mouthing" his notes. Several very good musicians friends of mine do this. Whatever, it made me sad. Matthew McConouhay (sp?) got some points from me for giving what sounded like a very sincere introduction about how much he listened to and loved "Southern Rock" as he grew up. In the finale to "Sweet Home Alabama," Dickie, Lynrd Skynrd, and Elvin Bishop really brought up the goosebumps on my neck. Man, they were rocking and that was the best moment of the night for me.
Dear God, why don't they make that kind of music anymore (he said as his mouth twitched in and out).
Posted by: Salt Lick at February 15, 2005 12:37 PM