Duly Noted

We never really know what people think of us until there’s a fly on the wall. A coworker of mine was staying in town for the holidays. Super nerved up because his wife’s family had never met his family, he was looking for distractions, “something different”, something to do that would ease the distress. Think Country family meets City family. He was most worried about Urban brother-in-law. I suggested dinner and a show. Then, for the first time in a while, suggested a band. “They are playing right down the street from you guys. I don’t know if you would care for the music, but your wife would…maybe the taste runs in the family,” is what I said.

I was right and wrong to make such a suggestion. Music was good. Company not so. I guess it was a small enough place and conversations could be heard. Overheard. My name. My worker came back to me, complaining of the “fat-fukc” who bad-mouthed me. All I could think was, “really? Really? Really!” It’s a coldwater bath, but also duly noted.