Another Two Minutes Wasted You can thank me later. There's nothing here that you really need to know. Nothing that will impress strangers at parties, nothing that will help you answer that million dollar game show question. Even still, it sure beats doing something.
I had a professor in college who gave an entire lecture on how people don't complain enough. Yes, I scoffed then just as you may be scoffing now.
But he wasn't referring to the daily grumblings about that extra 15 pounds, that lawn that grows too fast or that jerk next door who insists on mowing his lawn in the buff. Instead, he harkened back to a terribly constructed pair of dress shoes that he purchased (for a decent amount of money) - shoes that soon after their first wearing began to fall apart.
The problem, he said, was that people would curse the shoes, curse the brand, toss them into the trash and never look back. He, on the other hand, wrote a letter to the shoe manufacturer relaying his dissatisfaction and the manufacturer responded with a box full of shoes - just his size.
I remember asking myself why I'd want ten pairs of bad shoes, regardless of whether or not I paid for them. I still wonder that. But I think his point was that people weren't diligent enough about voicing their opinions when a product didn't meet their standards. I think he also wanted to stress that free stuff is always good.
After the admonishments on the last post, it's pretty clear that no one here has trouble voicing their displeasure. And that's fine. What floats for one person sinks for another. It happens. But ouch, some of those opinions sting.
So after the ample reproach directed my way, I sought comfort the same way many downtrodden cubicle workers do - with several highly potent drinks and The Office.
Ah, now that's better.
I'll have to contact my old professor to make sure he's since rewritten his lecture.
Maybe the prof was right. The commenters were cursing you (the professor's shoes) when they should be cursing the people who made them (the parents who raised uptight humorless children)
Please don't subject everyone to a 10-fold biblical punishment for not liking the story. Anyway, not sure I'd trust that professor if he wasn't sharp enough to teach you that it should be "...professor who..." not "that". The real lessons here are probably that with the bad shoes that cost good money, always remember to ask for your money back. With Maine Today the lesson is that you get what you pay for and that really isn't anything. Good luck.
Don't be swayed by misguided attempts to defend Shannon's eggregious entry of yesterday. It was offensive to practicing Christians, spiritual horticulturists of all denominations, and devout squirrels, even Unitarian squirrels.
On the other hand, scatalogical humor is totally OK by me, and that's why I can't wait for the movie version of Shannon's highly controversial page-turner, "An insider's look into virtual colonoscopy", adapted by Quentin Tarrantino for the screen under the title "Polyp Fiction". Advance hype indicates that Rogert Ebert is giving it two thumbs in.
Shannon, if this should happen again, and apparently petty,niggling grammarians may give it a shot, try the British "Office", with gin and tonics, of course.
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