This is the second time in less than 24 hours that MisFitting (a/k/a The Misfit here) has caused me to run to my MT console to spew out a blog entry.
While we don’t seem to see eye to eye on a lot of things, I find her writing to be both insightful AND inciteful! She has a lot of ideas and opinions which she throws out for her readers to chew on.
Her post about a humorous e-mail she received reminded me of something that happened to me a long while back when I was single and “on the prowl.”
A friend of mine and I had gone out to this “kicker” bar. Most of the guys there were refinery workers, being as the bar was in fairly close proximity to Pasadena (Texas) [home of Urban Cowboy]. Quite a few of them were, how shall I put this? Intellectually challenged? Current events did not interest them.
I did meet up with one group of fellows and we played pool with them. Now, I’m terrible at pool, but I always wanted to learn the game. One of the guys seemed interested in teaching me. So I gladly accepted his advice.
When Barbara and I returned from the ladies’ room, we glanced over at the table and there sat my guy, laboriously writing on a napkin. Aw, look, Barbara, I squealed. He’s writing down some tips for me. I was excited. Maybe I COULD be taught how to play pool.
When we got over to the table, the man proudly handed me the napkin. I hastily unfolded it eager to see what kind of tips he’d written down. I was crestfallen to see words to this effect (hey, it’s been over 10 years; I don’t have perfect total recall):
You are so beautiful your lips with there lipstick on them are jorgious….
You get the point. The missive went on ad naseum. Retz would have wretched had she seen it too, because I know what a grammar and spelling nitpicker she is!
Poor guy. Needless to say, my pool game did not unfortunately improve. I don’t know what happened to him. I guess he found someone who could overlook his obvious intellectual shortcomings.