Hahaha! Oh, this is my cool side these days! No fishing yet, just too busy to get down to the lake. Although we are getting ready to head back to the homefront along the coast of NC in a week, for a 10 day vacation!
After a few months up here, my patience with the general public has become very short. In fact, just today, as I was walking into the building after lunch, some older guy in front of me opened the door for his buddy, and as I was walking up (maybe 3 feet behind them), he let the door slam just as I was coming to it. I said "thanks pal, real gentlemanly of you". I think I made him feel bad, but I don't care anymore. There are certain rules of the road southern living has taught me, and I'm going to project them to those up here who clearly don't have a clue to what "polite" means. Just the other day, as my wife and I were walking down the sidewalk with our boy Owen in his stroller, two, shall we say, "friendly" dudes were coming the other way. And, wouldn't you know it, as they were walking side by side, neither one of them stepped aside to let a mom and her stroller pass. They made her swerve into the grass. You know what I said to those two "friendly" fellas? I said "excuse me ladies, but where I come from, a gentleman steps aside to let a lady pass". You know what they said to me? I kid you not, they said "sorry cutie, but we're not ladies, we're gays, and where we come from, you go around us". Which, just absolutely ticked me off to the point of my little warning voice in my head screaming at me "don't do it, it'll be deemed a hate crime", because I was ready to knock that punk out! But, instead, I simply said "last place on Earth I want to be, is around you, in all meaning of the word", and then simply told them to "

off". And, just last Thursday, as I was driving into the office in the morning, on a single lane road that always has a speed trap on it, going 9 mph over the limit, a middle-aged jackass in a mercedes was tailgating the hell out of me. I mean, he was so close to me DC, I could barely see his windshield wipers in my rear view mirror. So, wanna know what I did? I took that Taco Bell cup of Pepsi still sitting in my cup holder from lunch two days prior, rolled back my sunroof, and tossed that sucker right out onto the hood of his car. Needless to say, he was P!SSED. For a second, I though "oh crap, I've done it now, went too far". At the stop light, he gets out, all 5 feet, 1 inch, maybe 120'lbs wet, of him comes screaming up to my window before I can get out of my car. And starts screaming at me. Wanna know what I said? Do ya, huh huh? Ok, I said "see that McDonalds cup sitting in the cup holder in the back seat armrest? That's for tomorrow morning, if you tailgate me like that again". Light turned green, and off I went. I'm still waiting for a cop to show up, as I'm certain he got my tag number. But, what I've found up here, is that when these people hear my southern accent "which really comes out when I'm mad as hell", it throws them off, and they tend to back down. But the whole Pepsi incident was a bit too much, lost my cool completely, and I'm starting to work on my ability to just ignore these types of people. I haven't lost my temper like that in over 12 years. But, after 4 months of it, I've got to admit, deep down inside, it felt great to toss that Pepsi out the window. The whole release of "f'it, you get what you deserve" felt great to finally get out of my system!
I need beer, and some damn cheetos!