In a recent post I complained about a detour which forced me 18 miles out of my way when I was only 200 yards from my destination. The road repair was a five by ten section that traffic could easily have been routed around.
Arkansas Patti, @ http://thenewsixty.blogspot.com/ , made a comment that reminded me of my mom. No, Arkansas Patti, @ http://thenewsixty.blogspot.com/ , does not remind me of my mom, it was her comment.
“As big a hole that was in that road, they probably couldn't let traffic pass since the rest of the road might not be stable.”
My mom used to do that. No matter what I complained about, she responded with a “Maybe.”
“How was school today?”
“Horrible, Mr. Frank yelled at everybody, he is such a jerk.”
“Maybe he was just having a bad day.”
“How was your job today?”
“Horrible, the customer is an idiot, he keeps changing where he wants the sprinkler heads.”
“Maybe he wants to move his plants and change his lawn.”
“Are you going to the dance?”
“No, that jerk Mary Lou says she has to wash her hair that night…she is such a liar.”
“Well, maybe she has a scalp issue and does have to wash her hair.”
I hate the “Maybe’s” they just take the pleasure out of blowing off steam.
I just wanted to yell, “NO, Mr. Frank was not just having a bad day, he is ALWAYS a jerk!”
“NO, the customer is not changing anything but his mind, because he is an idiot!”
“NO, Mary Lou does not have a scalp problem, she just doesn’t like me and makes up bull ding excuses all the time!”
“Well maybe you should stop asking her out.”
OK, she did make a good point now and then.
Oh yeah, Arkansas Patti, @ http://thenewsixty.blogspot.com/, “NO, the road was not unstable, it was just fine…the road crew was just a bunch of idiots!”
But thanks for your comment; I like to be reminded of my mom.