James.Womack@f14.n300.z1.fidonet.org (James Womack) (06/18/91)
Index Number: 16193
[This is from the Silent Talk Conference]
Whew, tim, you really get back at rude hearies! I am not as drastic
as you are (at least not anymore). I did however copy the idea of making
a signed phone call at a restaurant. The rude hearies were perplexed.
One of them went to the phone after I was "finished" and looked it
over with great puzzlement. I and my pals laughed our heads off at
which point the hearies realized they had been had and left. We then
proceeded to enjoy our meal. But a few nicer hearies clapped or came
over a make comments about the clever way I got rid of those louts.
I have done worse things. You know, like having someone mock my signing
ina restaurant. I have offered them a spoon or fork full of food. They
usually blush profusely then face away or just leave. People who saw
it often howl with laughter. Honestly, it is fun when those rude plasmoid
creatures find out they can be the butt of a joke was well.
I'd rather not do those things, but I fear some poeple simply deserve
it.
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Internet: James.Womack@f14.n300.z1.fidonet.orgJack.O'keeffe@p0.f26.n129.z1.fidonet.org (Jack O'keeffe) (06/21/91)
Index Number: 16305
[This is from the Silent Talk Conference]
JW> I and my pals laughed our heads off at which point
JW> the hearies realized they had been had and left.
To be sure, you and Tim and lots of others enjoy "making fun of
rude hearies". But who is really the rude one? How can you be
certain they are actually mocking your signing?
I am reminded of an incident that actually happened on a construction
job over in Ohio, years ago. The people involved were "hearies", but
none the less it illustrates my point.
We had a feisty little Irish timekeeper from Boston. His name was
Tommy, and he spoke with a pronounced Bostonian accent (sorta like
the Kennedys - only worse). Tommy was quite sensitive about his
accent, and he didn't take teasing kindly. Other construction
workers, once they realized this, teased him all the more.
One evening after work, Tommy was in a tavern with a dozen or so
others from the job. This big Ironworker kept imitating Tommy's
Bostonian speech, and Tommy kept getting hotter and hotter.
Eventually Tommy just couldn't take it any longer, so he punched
the Ironworker who was fully twice his size. Quite a brawl ensued.
Once the dust settled and a semblance of order was restored, Tommy
discovered, to his dismay, that the offending Ironworker was also
from Boston and was speaking in the only dialect he knew.
I hope that you and Tim and others are a bit more careful than Tommy
whenever you can't resist the temptation to twit "rude Hearies".
... Pax Vobiscum!
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