Since I'm basically waiting for the washer to be done with my clothes, and just killing time entertaining myself, I decided to take a look at my sitemeter. Woohoo! 4068 visits since I slapped that baby on here just about two months ago.
More than I expected, honestly. I'm glad ya'll are enjoying!
I noticed the "who's on" section, not for the first time, but I hadn't looked at it until now... Fascinating. I can see who's looking at my site right this minute!
Hey, Painesville, Ohio! I'm guessing by the number of page views and the time you've spent on here that you're new. I'll tell ya, the best stuff is further back, IMO. I haven't written a funny in a while. But anyway, welcome! Enjoy your stay, and don't forget to try the veal.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Now that it's percolated a bit
Yesterday when I went to the barn for my management class, there were several of us standing around out there, just bsing and waiting for an instructor to show up and tell us what was going on. Well, no instructor showed up, because they canceled that class till Monday, and forgot to tell us about it. No big deal, really.
So anyway, we're standing there bsing and one of the girls that I haven't formed a complete opinion on yet is sitting in her truck, with another girl in the passenger seat. They're near where we're gathered, so they're included in the conversations, somewhat.
When the talk died down a bit, one of the girls in the truck looked at me and said "do you want to see my bat?"
Huh?
She pulled an aluminum bat from behind her seat, and informed me that this was her protection.
I blinked a couple of times and said "ok then."
She proceeds to inform me that if someone is following her to her truck, she has the bat there waiting for her.
Having assessed her attitude and her Billie-Jo Badass impersonation, I didn't explain to her that if she was in danger, the worst place in the world for her chosen form of protection to be would be in the truck behind the seat.
I simply snorted in a very ladylike manner, and told her "That would be why I have a gun."
I don't know what was more amusing, the fact that girl #1's eyes immediately dropped to my hip to look for my gun, or the fact that her "friend" felt it was necessary to take the bat from her and start brandishing it inside the truck.
And girl #2 proceeded to proclaim that she wanted to find some "niggers" and "beat the crap out of them."
Then she looks at me and says "Sorry, I'm racist."
My brain was saying "well at least you know you need to apologize for it."
But, my mouth continued in the conflict avoidance plan that I had formed before classes started, and just said "fantastic," in a flat tone and I turned back to the rest of the people I'd been talking to.
I have no doubt that conflict won't manage to be avoided forever, but I don't want to start a fight. Especially not at the barn.
That girl did, however, win herself a place on my list of people that I just don't deal with unless I have to. She's in my classes, I can't avoid it entirely, but she won't be one of the people that I hang out with.
I'm sure that just breaks her heart, too, but the conflict avoidance plan prevents me from smacking her upside the head and telling her that she needs a cranio-rectal extraction.
So anyway, we're standing there bsing and one of the girls that I haven't formed a complete opinion on yet is sitting in her truck, with another girl in the passenger seat. They're near where we're gathered, so they're included in the conversations, somewhat.
When the talk died down a bit, one of the girls in the truck looked at me and said "do you want to see my bat?"
Huh?
She pulled an aluminum bat from behind her seat, and informed me that this was her protection.
I blinked a couple of times and said "ok then."
She proceeds to inform me that if someone is following her to her truck, she has the bat there waiting for her.
Having assessed her attitude and her Billie-Jo Badass impersonation, I didn't explain to her that if she was in danger, the worst place in the world for her chosen form of protection to be would be in the truck behind the seat.
I simply snorted in a very ladylike manner, and told her "That would be why I have a gun."
I don't know what was more amusing, the fact that girl #1's eyes immediately dropped to my hip to look for my gun, or the fact that her "friend" felt it was necessary to take the bat from her and start brandishing it inside the truck.
And girl #2 proceeded to proclaim that she wanted to find some "niggers" and "beat the crap out of them."
Then she looks at me and says "Sorry, I'm racist."
My brain was saying "well at least you know you need to apologize for it."
But, my mouth continued in the conflict avoidance plan that I had formed before classes started, and just said "fantastic," in a flat tone and I turned back to the rest of the people I'd been talking to.
I have no doubt that conflict won't manage to be avoided forever, but I don't want to start a fight. Especially not at the barn.
That girl did, however, win herself a place on my list of people that I just don't deal with unless I have to. She's in my classes, I can't avoid it entirely, but she won't be one of the people that I hang out with.
I'm sure that just breaks her heart, too, but the conflict avoidance plan prevents me from smacking her upside the head and telling her that she needs a cranio-rectal extraction.
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