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tony barnhill

tony barnhill

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So, late this afternoon Jerri asked me to go look at some new leather furniture she wants to buy for our TV room - as we headed home, it was getting late so I suggested we just stop at the local Sonic for a hamburger instead of having her cook dinner when we got home.

For those of you who don't know what a Sonic is, its a drive-in hamburger joint where you sit in your car & a roller skating car hop brings your food out on one of those little trays you can put on your rolled down window while good 50's & 60's music plays from speakers positioned around the restaurant.

Parked next to us was a jacked up diesel pickup - you know the type: redneck with his "rode hard & hung up wet too many times" over-40 girlfriend who thinks she's still hot sitting so close to him that they only needed half a seat, Rebel flag hanging in the back window, couple of dogs hanging over the sides of the bed, huge knobby tires on a raised kit that put his exhaust pipe at window height of our 380SL!

It was chilly but not so bad that one needed a heater to keep comfortable.....but, bubba decided to roll up his windows & fire up his diesel engine to idle while he ate his burger - with no conceivable notion of the effect he was having on anybody sitting around him! (Or, possibly he was one of those "I can do anything I want and if it bothers someone, too bad" people - who knows.)

Anyway, I didn't say anything but when the car hop came over with our food, I asked her if she'd get him to turn his engine off - she did so (very tactfully & politely)...& after some choice words to her (you know the type: Basil won't let us use them & my grandmother would've washed my mouth with soap if I'd used them in genteel society) he turned his engine off & then abruptly tossed his unfinished food out onto the parking lot, fired his truck up, squawked those big tires & sped off.

In what other situations have some of you encountered "inconsiderate twits"?
 
Oh come on Tony, consideration for others is so old fashioned!
 
Highway construction is a great place to find them. There is always one that has to be there ten minutes ago and thinks you need to clear the road and let him through no matter what. Needless to say the I.Q. of these individuals is clearly indicated by the language they use. Honestly though the ones I always dreaded the worst were the women. With the language some of them would use toward us or our flagmen I really don't think you could apply the term Lady to them.
 
Tony,

I commute to and work in NYC. I'd be here all night listing inconsiderate people. And that's just this week!
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/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/iagree.gif If you think Bubba in his diesel truck is bad you need to move to the city...It's getting pretty crazy, hence the reason I am outta here as soons as I've put in my time!
 
Hmmm, last couple concerts I've been to...
 
Residual effect from the previous nights full moon. I dealt with several of them on my short drive home last night (actually started before I left work, 'bout the time the sun set come to think of it.)
 
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Unfortunately, the world is full of them. Not too long ago, I ended up in the row of airplane seats adjacent to a door--great, plenty of leg room. Flight attendant puts her scullery cart right in front of me, then proceeds to throw half-full cans of soda into it--splattering me with dreck. I ask her not to do that, as I'm wiping the contents of one of the cans off my face, and she acts like I've asked her to perform unspeakable acts upon me.

Next trip, I encounter a flight attendant who should be called "der Fuehrer" (or more properly, "die Fuehrerin"). Man, I've never seen anyone treat passengers like a bunch of concentration-camp inmates, but she sure did--barking commands, rude, gruff like you wouldn't believe. I actually filed a complaint with the airline, I was so annoyed. Got a nice letter from the head of customer service, but no indication that he'd do anything about it.

I don't fly on American any more.
 
Tony,

You probably forgot to tell him
how cool his truck was,& how impressed
you were with it.

- Doug
 
Speaking of inconsiderate twits... the perfect time to switch to (as Monty Python always said) something completely different... Think about the non-twits in our lives. Here is an email I just got from my Mum...It willbring a tear to your eye if you read it through...


Subject: The Other Woman

This message was sent to me by a friend at a very appropriate time. Last Thursday I kept my appointment to the Cardiologist after having been referred to him as a result of an EKG at my primary physicians office the previous week. After another EKG the doctor said that I would have to go into the hospital then and there. The docotor's office was right next to the hospital, Healthpark, where I had the by-pass surgery almost six years ago. Early Friday morning they did an angiogram. After the procedure, I was informed that there was a great deal of blockage and that there were two choices. 1. to undergo another by-pass surgery, or 2. to try to control the condition with medication. Needless to say, I opted for the medication because at my time of life I do not think that prolonging one's life is so important, and the stress of surgery was risky anyway. So, I was discharged on Friday and sent home to continue doing the things I normally do such as my volunteering at the school, playing bridge with my neighbors and the weekly nine holes of golf. I don't want either of you to be unduly worried. My philosophy is "Whatever will be, will be". Life has been pretty good to me and I have no regrets. I love you with all my heart and hope that whatever remaining time I may have will be as full as I can make it. Mum

After 21 years of marriage, My wife wanted me to take another woman out
to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you."
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked?
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded.
"Just the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment, and then said,
"I would like that very much."

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.
When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date.
She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.
After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation, nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you. " I agreed. "How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home.
"Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered. A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said:
"I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE
YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time".

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby ... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history.

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct, somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.

Somebody said being a mother is boring .. somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.

Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good"... .somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices.... somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.

Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother.... somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.

Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first .... somebody doesn't have two children.

Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books.... somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery....somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten or on a plane headed for military "boot camp".

Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back....somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.

Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married....somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home....somebody never had grandchildren.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her.... somebody isn't a mother.

Pass this along to all the "mothers" in your life, and to everyone who ever had a mother. This isn't just about being a mother, it's about appreciating the people in your life while you have them....no matter who that person is.

Without Mistakes there is no forgiving. Without forgiving there is no love

Amen!
 
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Yup... got two:

(1) Just about anyone who thinks having a car-stereo is a license to play it at any volume level anywhere and any time. Like my neighbor that leaves for work at 5am, starts his car, cranks the "music" up, opens his doors (I have no idea why), then goes back inside for 5 minutes. I guess that's supposed to be my alarm clock.

(2) The other day we were at one of the Disney parks. Most of the time people are relatively well behaved at Disney. This time, though, we were stuck in front of a group of people that decided it was time to turn the obnoxious dial to full-max. Yelling at people, kicking the walls, acting stupid. My girlfriend finally turned around and gave them a piece of her mind - they shut up quick and we heard a few people mutter "about time!"
 
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(1) Just about anyone who thinks having a car-stereo is a license to play it at any volume level anywhere and any time. Like my neighbor that leaves for work at 5am, starts his car, cranks the "music" up, opens his doors (I have no idea why), then goes back inside for 5 minutes. I guess that's supposed to be my alarm clock.

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Wonder what he would do if he came back outside to find that his doors had accidently been "blown closed" & had locked themselves with his keys inside - engine still running, radio still blaring....but now, house locked & no way to contact anybody & neighbors still asleep....hehehehehe
 
Haha, go get his keys Tony.
 
I have a favorite class of "Inconsiderate Twits". I have a small shop, and often skip lunch and do my banking then. I seem to always be behind the ITs mentioned previously. After 15 minutes of standing in line the person in front of me seems to be making their annual trip to the bank, and even after waiting all that time, has absolutely nothing ready when they get to the one open window. The only thing I have not been stuck behind is someone rolling up their pennies. They fumble thru their pockets for the 7 different checks that they want to deposit, in 3 different accounts, with no deposit slips... can't remember their account number (???), want a balance, need 5 separate cashiers checks, or whatever. I always have the deposit slip ready, filled out, and my entire transaction takes about 30 seconds..... GAH!!!! I can feel my hair turning grey as I am stuck behind these ..... uh... fine people.
 
(trying deperately to not say a word, so as to not jepordize car parts requested from Santa) .....
 
I met two of these ITs on my drive to work this morning! They must have been twins or something, because BOTH of them did the exact same thing to me within half a mile of each other. I was driving the speed limit (all of 45MPH) in the ~left~ lane, and the first person makes a left into my lane (which is fine IMO because there was plenty of room when they started) and forgets where the accelerator is and proceeds to move along at 12MPH in a 45MPH zone.

I get around this clown and half a mile down the road ANOTHER IT makes a left into my lane, but THIS time they DIDN'T have enough room to start the maneuver, and they ALSO forget where the accelerator is. So, I had to brake hard so's not to hit the guy, or have him hit me. The margin for error was slim, I could count the water spots on his rear step bumper when he was fully in my lane. Thankfully, the second driver wasn't a complete waste of human flesh and they quickly moved over to the right lane.

If this keeps up, I may have to rig my 'B for "daytime running lights"... heh Though, it probably won't help around these parts.
 
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I work retail. I've seen it all.

-Wm.
 
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