Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Stand up for yourself!

The reporter who was threatened by the thug congressman last night evidently decided not to do anything about it.  I don't get that.  Someone threatens me, I'm gonna act on it.  I'm gonna call the cops on him.

I haven't thrown a punch at anyone in years, but someone gets in my face to that extent...I don't know what will happen.

I come by this naturally.  Way back when I was a kid, my parents gave me money and sent me out to buy athletic shoes.  This was the first time I was allowed to shop by myself.  The shoe store manager sold me a crap pair of shoes that didn't fit right.  They weren't even the shoes I wanted or had asked for.  My dad was furious.  He was certain the store manager had dumped a leftover from last year's stock on me.  So we went down to the shoe store.  My dad stood right behind me, his beefy muscular machinist arms crossed, a war look on his face.  I asked for a refund and I told the manager I wanted to buy the shoes I originally wanted.  The manager never once looked at me, he was staring over my head at my dad.  You know what he said?  "Yes, sir.  Right away, sir."  The shoes I wanted, the ones that supposedly were out of stock in my size.  Suddenly they were in stock.  We left the store, my dad and I all smiles.

Complain, bitch, moan, make a fuss, get angry, call the cops.  Otherwise, might as well be road kill, you'll get run over so much.

R. P. Bird: Professional writer since 1989. Author of the IN THE REALM OF THE GODS series and the SUZIE crime novels. Crazy, but highly reliable. Can fix about anything.