I was a cranky baby. I was a bossy-pants, cranky toddler. I would terrorize my larger, more docile cousin by continually snapping his plastic pants until he'd had enough and would roll on top of me to make me stop. This bossy-pants attitude did not ease up as I grew older, either. There were after-school dust-ups wherein I ruled mostly because I was an early grower who then stopped. And all the kids that were smaller than me, where suddenly larger than moi. Retaliation was painful. Once I realized I was not going to reach my desired height of six feet, I developed other methods of defending myself. Twin weapons of vocabulary (fueled by the "Word of the Day" in Readers Digest - "You are a nebulous nincompoop!") and a well-honed acerbic humor served me well for years (and still does). Now I am just cranky without being combative, and I can't remember most of my big word vocabulary. That being said, I recently had an encounter that brought me back to grade school. It involved a representative of the state government that had my hackles raised higher than normal. He was sitting in his car with a co-worker in one of our paid parking spots. After I inquired if he was an employee or client of our firm, he assumed an attitude and said, "yes". I called him on it and he got his whities in a twist and pulled out his 'badge' - he worked for the branch of government that oversees unions or somesuch. I was so unimpressed that he was spluttering. After more back and forth that was worthy of a playground repertoire (on both our parts, I may add), he moved his car. I then trotted in and reported him to the building super. Shades of me at 9 and 94...
Enough meandering. The winner of the spiffy blue ear warmer is....
Catina Hoak! Please email your mailing address and I promise to get it in the mail to you before winter sets in...Enough meandering. The winner of the spiffy blue ear warmer is....
More giveaways to come! (Dental and annual physical appointments are scheduled for next month - lots of waiting = lots of ear warmers!)
4 comments:
Lowering yourself to playground combat is the only technique that works with some people . . . like the overgrown brat you dealt with! Yay, Sweezie!
Hey, Shortie, good for you for giving that governmental yahoo a run for his money! I could almost hear him spluttering.
Susan,
Government guys and their cars.........
Good to hear you didn't let in on him :-)
I have difficulty backing down. Somebody recently and pointedly explained oppositional defiance disorder to me. Do I have it or am I just a scrappy little kid?
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