So what is it you're talking about?

[queue in the Twilight Zone music.....]

See!

Ya'll are just talkin' about **** and I don't know what's going on.

Wait. You're talking about me, aren't you.

Good idea shewolf, I'll go get my tinfoil hat.

Eshay isay EEllErAY UCkfayed Upaye

And stop speaking French!

I uh, know French and stuff.

Since you asked, here's what was said by the bar patron and the musician:
"Hey, can you play 'Windy'"?
"No, we're not here Wednesday. The band is here Thursday."
"I don't care if they're thirsty. I'm not buying the band drinks."
"Well if you think the band stinks, why'nt you leave."
"I'm not whining. Why would you say that?"
"Why would I play what?"
"No, I don't want you to play "War", I want you to play "Windy."
...and so on...

Yeah George, I guess I could see that.

Of course, if the band would just leave a tablet of paper and a roller ball pen on the corner of the stage, this situation could be avoided altogether.


Seriously though, in college for instance, I can remember just one time I approached the instructor, during a break. Not to say there wasn't another time, just can't recall.

I'm sure I mentione this story before here. About 12 or 15 years after I grduated, I went back to take some classes. So, I'm in my late 30's.

This one prof. used to go off on a tangent sometimes about Native Americans, and how the White Man killed off "his people"....lemme tell ya....this guys NA ancestary was at least 5 generations back. The rest of his kin were all bog hoppers.

He'd gone off yet again one night about how "Your" people killed "My" people. He was an intelligent man, taught well, but I'd had it with that crap. No one else ever called him on it, even though the rest of the class was a mix of White, Hispanic, Black and who knows what else.

Soooo... during the break, after the ususal suspect finally left from around his desk, I told him what he said was insulting, since when "his" people where being killed, "my" people didn't even know "his" people existed, and that anyway, I didn't feel his small % of NA blood qualified him to condemn the rest of his own blood. His people killed his people, not mine.

Aside, that's the same reason I feel no guilt over slavery in the US's past. I know for a 100% fact my grandmother absolutely did not know Black people existed before she came to this country. I am not connected to anything that occured in the U.S. before my grandparents passed through Ellis Island during the late 1910's.

As far as class material and writings, I did my business, maintained a 4.0 and fortunately avoided thinking anyone that was teaching me was breathing rarer air.

Not saying I didn't have a lot of respect for many of the teachers I've had over the years, just don't feel the need or desire to chat them up.

I think I did hang around trying to hear what some of those conversations were, but, damned if I could put anything together.

I don't care about all that, Chai. I just want to know what the hell you said to Wilso to piss him off in such a manner.

Wow, I had to go back and look...

Seems that I gave the opinion that was he said was silly.


The actual post with his reply to me has been deleted I see.

All the more reason to hold that signature line dear, to remember his sweet words to me that magical night.


Silly Wilso

You do enjoy your confrontations.

It's all I have.

No, there are some of us who check out everything you have to say. :wink:


"What would Chai do?

No, there are some of us who check out everything you have to say. :wink:


"What would Chai do?"

Oh, I was wondering about that! I was so curious after I noticed your sig line that I went and read Wilso's posts for that date, and I didn't see anything like that anywhere--I started thinking maybe he'd sent you, like, the world's nastiest pm or something...