Mincing Words
Last Friday I received a phone call from my brother. He needed an opinion on something that was said to him earlier in the day and he wanted to make sure he didn’t misunderstand a statement made to him. Okay, I said, lay it on me.
“So I am leaving the gas station after work. I had filled my tank and purchased a pack of cigarettes. As I am walking to my car, the guy filling up next to me says, “Whoa, gas and smokes! It must be payday.”"
I am completely flabbergasted by the audacity of this guy. I ask my brother what he said in return. His reply: “I didn’t really catch what he said until I was driving away. Then I called you. I am thinking about going back.”
My brother is a rather strong individual. He works in construction, and mostly specializes in demolition work. He was dressed the part on this particular Friday no doubt. That doesn’t give anybody the right to make fun of him. I am still awe-struck by the big brass ones this guy must have to say something so rude to someone who has a trunk full of tools designed for dismantling things and is much larger than himself.
