Took the kids to a carnival tonight. Great right? Sort of.
Spent $100 for 'all night' bracelets allowing for riding any ride as many times, all night, one price. Fiscal smarts. We got em.
Well, not so fast. With waits for most rides being over 20 minutes, it soon became apparent to me that we weren't going to get our money's worth.
I should preface this with, I'm not broke. We're professionals, make a decent living, we're OK. I'm not cheap either. I overspend on every occasion, host dinner parties because I feel friendship and family are everything and life's a one time party, not a dress rehearsal. Enjoy it!
So...
I'm on line with the wife and kids and I say "I don't know if this was the best spending decision. At this rate, the kids can't ride that many rides and we spent $100."
"Well, look," she says somewhat pissed off (maybe she wants to agree, but won't), "It's for charity and let's just leave it alone."
In my old world way of looking at things, I say "Well, charity begins at home, as they say, and when you bitch about bills, or expenses, remember we're paying $100 for kids to stand in line, that's all I'm saying."
So, this is the part I have to be diplomatic...
I"m NOT a sexist. I'm not a 'typical man'. I'm a loving dad, a devoted husband and frankly, have built myself up from a kid living in a flood zone with a widowed mom taking care of three kids on public assistance to a successful professional who has done pretty well. I pride myself on sharing that success and feel blessed to have money to spend on others - again, - not a cheapo!
So..
This BITCH in front of us, alone, with a young kid, maybe about 4 or 5 years old turns to my wife and says, "Wow...." in the tone that is unmistakably hateful toward men, sort of a 'hey sister, I feel ya'. My wife feeling embarrased, says "This woman just said 'wow'., can we not do this here?"
So, I'm thinking when did this become anything more than a discussion? Am I out of line? Then, I see the snear on the woman's face in front of me. She had venom leaking out the corners of her grinning mouth, couldn't wait to emasculate me...WRONG.
"Do you think I give a crap about someone's opinion that I didn't ask for?" I said to my wife. With that, the champion without a cause in front of me turns around and said, "You must have a very happy home!" almost as if my wife and kids are living with Josef Mengele. Actually, more like Dane Cook, which this bitch was about to find out...
"You must have a very empty life, since you're so concerned with the discussions of others on line for a ride at a carnival."
She huffs, "Well, I couldn't see myself living with you."
"That makes two of us." I replied, grinning.
My next response went unsaid, as I still have a soul unlike Dane Cook-although since I can spit things like this out effortlessly, maybe my poor upbringing and dead dad at 2 affected me more than the next guy.
...
But, it went something like "I can't help but notice the little guy with you and you with no ring, are unmarried. Was it a divorce, suicide or just a roofie?!" Yes, that was on the tip of my tongue.
Comes down to this: If I'd been abusive, loud, swearing, etc. hell, I'd expect someone to say something, but this bitter remnant from a prom long gone where she had no dances should have kept her mouth closed and not give her opinion on who I am as a person, father, husband, etc. Listen you bitter bitch, take your overly made up fucking face and write 'I Hate Men' into the foundation caking your forehead. You'll likely be more interesting than you are now.
Grim
Spent $100 for 'all night' bracelets allowing for riding any ride as many times, all night, one price. Fiscal smarts. We got em.
Well, not so fast. With waits for most rides being over 20 minutes, it soon became apparent to me that we weren't going to get our money's worth.
I should preface this with, I'm not broke. We're professionals, make a decent living, we're OK. I'm not cheap either. I overspend on every occasion, host dinner parties because I feel friendship and family are everything and life's a one time party, not a dress rehearsal. Enjoy it!
So...
I'm on line with the wife and kids and I say "I don't know if this was the best spending decision. At this rate, the kids can't ride that many rides and we spent $100."
"Well, look," she says somewhat pissed off (maybe she wants to agree, but won't), "It's for charity and let's just leave it alone."
In my old world way of looking at things, I say "Well, charity begins at home, as they say, and when you bitch about bills, or expenses, remember we're paying $100 for kids to stand in line, that's all I'm saying."
So, this is the part I have to be diplomatic...
I"m NOT a sexist. I'm not a 'typical man'. I'm a loving dad, a devoted husband and frankly, have built myself up from a kid living in a flood zone with a widowed mom taking care of three kids on public assistance to a successful professional who has done pretty well. I pride myself on sharing that success and feel blessed to have money to spend on others - again, - not a cheapo!
So..
This BITCH in front of us, alone, with a young kid, maybe about 4 or 5 years old turns to my wife and says, "Wow...." in the tone that is unmistakably hateful toward men, sort of a 'hey sister, I feel ya'. My wife feeling embarrased, says "This woman just said 'wow'., can we not do this here?"
So, I'm thinking when did this become anything more than a discussion? Am I out of line? Then, I see the snear on the woman's face in front of me. She had venom leaking out the corners of her grinning mouth, couldn't wait to emasculate me...WRONG.
"Do you think I give a crap about someone's opinion that I didn't ask for?" I said to my wife. With that, the champion without a cause in front of me turns around and said, "You must have a very happy home!" almost as if my wife and kids are living with Josef Mengele. Actually, more like Dane Cook, which this bitch was about to find out...
"You must have a very empty life, since you're so concerned with the discussions of others on line for a ride at a carnival."
She huffs, "Well, I couldn't see myself living with you."
"That makes two of us." I replied, grinning.
My next response went unsaid, as I still have a soul unlike Dane Cook-although since I can spit things like this out effortlessly, maybe my poor upbringing and dead dad at 2 affected me more than the next guy.
...But, it went something like "I can't help but notice the little guy with you and you with no ring, are unmarried. Was it a divorce, suicide or just a roofie?!" Yes, that was on the tip of my tongue.
Comes down to this: If I'd been abusive, loud, swearing, etc. hell, I'd expect someone to say something, but this bitter remnant from a prom long gone where she had no dances should have kept her mouth closed and not give her opinion on who I am as a person, father, husband, etc. Listen you bitter bitch, take your overly made up fucking face and write 'I Hate Men' into the foundation caking your forehead. You'll likely be more interesting than you are now.
Grim
