I find it ironic that during a time meant to celebrate peace, joy, love to all mankind, there is so much harsh talk about the need for more guns in the hands of humans.
The chef in the assisted living/retirement home where I dwell (uh-huh) is a large man with a larger voice. He is certain of his opinions to an extreme. When he was in a loud argument with a small, thin, 90-something woman here, I could take no more of what I see as a bully after prey.
When I rolled up to the table they were at, the loud discussion was about armed guards in every elementary school---he wants them, she doesn't. He says, in response to MY agreement with her, my comment being such action chips away at our humanity, that he is not a "...hippy-dippy child of the '60s anymore," and what I propose is Utopia. He sites peaceful Mexico, "Where they don't allow guns," which brings the little old lady, Betty, to rebuttal that "that is not true." It was a two-plus hour discussion, which covered many topics, including the chef's abrasive, arrogant, rude attitude towards his staff.
Chef says he has a "handicap" to do with his hearing and must talk loud or he can't hear himself. I ask "Why, then have I heard you sitting with the guys at the table behind me, whispering and speaking in low tones when you had gossip and secrets to share?"
Whenever he is caught in his own web, he simply changes the subject.
I told him that if his handicap causes him to speak so loudly, then he might want to put more thought into his words before he speaks.
He left, saying he would consider that.
He also said he thinks there should be an armed guard here at our retirement home. What a jolly old fellow he is.
Monday, December 24, 2012
Guns at a Retirement Home, Peace on Earth
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I find it ironic that during a time meant to celebrate peace, joy, love to all mankind, there is so much harsh talk about the need for more guns in the hands of humans.
The chef in the assisted living/retirement home where I dwell (uh-huh) is a large man with a larger voice. He is certain of his opinions to an extreme. When he was in a loud argument with a small, thin, 90-something woman here, I could take no more of what I see as a bully after prey.
When I rolled up to the table they were at, the loud discussion was about armed guards in every elementary school---he wants them, she doesn't. He says, in response to MY agreement with her, my comment being such action chips away at our humanity, that he is not a "...hippy-dippy child of the '60s anymore," and what I propose is Utopia. He sites peaceful Mexico, "Where they don't allow guns," which brings the little old lady, Betty, to rebuttal that "that is not true." It was a two-plus hour discussion, which covered many topics, including the chef's abrasive, arrogant, rude attitude towards his staff.
Chef says he has a "handicap" to do with his hearing and must talk loud or he can't hear himself. I ask "Why, then have I heard you sitting with the guys at the table behind me, whispering and speaking in low tones when you had gossip and secrets to share?"
Whenever he is caught in his own web, he simply changes the subject.
I told him that if his handicap causes him to speak so loudly, then he might want to put more thought into his words before he speaks.
He left, saying he would consider that.
He also said he thinks there should be an armed guard here at our retirement home. What a jolly old fellow he is.
I find it ironic that during a time meant to celebrate peace, joy, love to all mankind, there is so much harsh talk about the need for more guns in the hands of humans.
The chef in the assisted living/retirement home where I dwell (uh-huh) is a large man with a larger voice. He is certain of his opinions to an extreme. When he was in a loud argument with a small, thin, 90-something woman here, I could take no more of what I see as a bully after prey.
When I rolled up to the table they were at, the loud discussion was about armed guards in every elementary school---he wants them, she doesn't. He says, in response to MY agreement with her, my comment being such action chips away at our humanity, that he is not a "...hippy-dippy child of the '60s anymore," and what I propose is Utopia. He sites peaceful Mexico, "Where they don't allow guns," which brings the little old lady, Betty, to rebuttal that "that is not true." It was a two-plus hour discussion, which covered many topics, including the chef's abrasive, arrogant, rude attitude towards his staff.
Chef says he has a "handicap" to do with his hearing and must talk loud or he can't hear himself. I ask "Why, then have I heard you sitting with the guys at the table behind me, whispering and speaking in low tones when you had gossip and secrets to share?"
Whenever he is caught in his own web, he simply changes the subject.
I told him that if his handicap causes him to speak so loudly, then he might want to put more thought into his words before he speaks.
He left, saying he would consider that.
He also said he thinks there should be an armed guard here at our retirement home. What a jolly old fellow he is.
I find it ironic that during a time meant to celebrate peace, joy, love to all mankind, there is so much harsh talk about the need for more guns in the hands of humans.
The chef in the assisted living/retirement home where I dwell (uh-huh) is a large man with a larger voice. He is certain of his opinions to an extreme. When he was in a loud argument with a small, thin, 90-something woman here, I could take no more of what I see as a bully after prey.
When I rolled up to the table they were at, the loud discussion was about armed guards in every elementary school---he wants them, she doesn't. He says, in response to MY agreement with her, my comment being such action chips away at our humanity, that he is not a "...hippy-dippy child of the '60s anymore," and what I propose is Utopia. He sites peaceful Mexico, "Where they don't allow guns," which brings the little old lady, Betty, to rebuttal that "that is not true." It was a two-plus hour discussion, which covered many topics, including the chef's abrasive, arrogant, rude attitude towards his staff.
Chef says he has a "handicap" to do with his hearing and must talk loud or he can't hear himself. I ask "Why, then have I heard you sitting with the guys at the table behind me, whispering and speaking in low tones when you had gossip and secrets to share?"
Whenever he is caught in his own web, he simply changes the subject.
I told him that if his handicap causes him to speak so loudly, then he might want to put more thought into his words before he speaks.
He left, saying he would consider that.
He also said he thinks there should be an armed guard here at our retirement home. What a jolly old fellow he is.
I find it ironic that during a time meant to celebrate peace, joy, love to all mankind, there is so much harsh talk about the need for more guns in the hands of humans.
The chef in the assisted living/retirement home where I dwell (uh-huh) is a large man with a larger voice. He is certain of his opinions to an extreme. When he was in a loud argument with a small, thin, 90-something woman here, I could take no more of what I see as a bully after prey.
When I rolled up to the table they were at, the loud discussion was about armed guards in every elementary school---he wants them, she doesn't. He says, in response to MY agreement with her, my comment being such action chips away at our humanity, that he is not a "...hippy-dippy child of the '60s anymore," and what I propose is Utopia. He sites peaceful Mexico, "Where they don't allow guns," which brings the little old lady, Betty, to rebuttal that "that is not true." It was a two-plus hour discussion, which covered many topics, including the chef's abrasive, arrogant, rude attitude towards his staff.
Chef says he has a "handicap" to do with his hearing and must talk loud or he can't hear himself. I ask "Why, then have I heard you sitting with the guys at the table behind me, whispering and speaking in low tones when you had gossip and secrets to share?"
Whenever he is caught in his own web, he simply changes the subject.
I told him that if his handicap causes him to speak so loudly, then he might want to put more thought into his words before he speaks.
He left, saying he would consider that.
He also said he thinks there should be an armed guard here at our retirement home. What a jolly old fellow he is.
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