The theme for today was bridges. Here in our part of the desert we have no real bodies of water that need bridging, but we do have bridges over the dry washes and rivers for those occasions when we are deluged. This is the First Avenue Bridge over the Rillito River taken a couple of summers ago. It's all I got.
Even though I am legendary for my mild-mannered disposition, sometimes trouble just finds me. Usually in the form of some insufferable ignoramus.
I was out with the usual suspects this morning playing a friendly round of golf. The sky was blue, the weather hot, but not terribly so. I was playing pretty good by my standards. Nothing to mar the day, or so you would think.
On the fifteenth hole, I pushed my second shot slightly right and while the ball was in the air, a fellow on the next hole stepped from behind a tree and into the line of the flight of the ball. I immediately yelled "fore" as did Some Guy Named Bob, The Seafood King and Seafood's brother who is in town for a visit.
Fortunately, the ball landed short of where the fellow was standing and rolled harmlessly toward him. Being a gracious sort of guy, I walked over and said, "Sorry, I hope I didn't hit you."
Him, being less gracious than me, replied, "You need to learn to yell "fore" quicker. You yelled just as the ball got to me."
Those who know Merle Wayne Sneed, also know that sentences beginning, "You need to learn...", are not well received by Merle Wayne Sneed. I suggested that he 'bite me', since 'sorry' had proved inadequate. Perhaps, upon reflection, I could have been more diplomatic.
Well, this just made him indignant. He could not fathom why I would be offended by my apology being answered with a lecture from a wagging nitwit. Before you know it, everyone was yelling at everyone. Luckily, it was contained to a bunch of hollering.
I think the moral of the story here is, there's no pleasing some people. That's the moral, right?
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
Jun 12, 2008
Bridge Over Troubled Water
The theme for today was bridges. Here in our part of the desert we have no real bodies of water that need bridging, but we do have bridges over the dry washes and rivers for those occasions when we are deluged. This is the First Avenue Bridge over the Rillito River taken a couple of summers ago. It's all I got.
Even though I am legendary for my mild-mannered disposition, sometimes trouble just finds me. Usually in the form of some insufferable ignoramus.
I was out with the usual suspects this morning playing a friendly round of golf. The sky was blue, the weather hot, but not terribly so. I was playing pretty good by my standards. Nothing to mar the day, or so you would think.
On the fifteenth hole, I pushed my second shot slightly right and while the ball was in the air, a fellow on the next hole stepped from behind a tree and into the line of the flight of the ball. I immediately yelled "fore" as did Some Guy Named Bob, The Seafood King and Seafood's brother who is in town for a visit.
Fortunately, the ball landed short of where the fellow was standing and rolled harmlessly toward him. Being a gracious sort of guy, I walked over and said, "Sorry, I hope I didn't hit you."
Him, being less gracious than me, replied, "You need to learn to yell "fore" quicker. You yelled just as the ball got to me."
Those who know Merle Wayne Sneed, also know that sentences beginning, "You need to learn...", are not well received by Merle Wayne Sneed. I suggested that he 'bite me', since 'sorry' had proved inadequate. Perhaps, upon reflection, I could have been more diplomatic.
Well, this just made him indignant. He could not fathom why I would be offended by my apology being answered with a lecture from a wagging nitwit. Before you know it, everyone was yelling at everyone. Luckily, it was contained to a bunch of hollering.
I think the moral of the story here is, there's no pleasing some people. That's the moral, right?
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
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7 comments:
Its worse when there's no pleasing yourself.
Oh, how exciting!
My urge to kill usually fades quickly when someone says sorry. Unless it's one of those automatic-sounding sorrys.
Dennis wonders if you gave him big sad soulful eye contact while saying sorry.--this works great for Dennis.
I'm glad he wasn't carrying a concealed weapon.
You should learn there's no pleasing jerk-offs.
I agree with Julia. I'm also glad no one started swinging clubs. But you're right -- he didn't receive your apology in an appropriate way.
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