Friday, January 13, 2006

If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all

If you found your way here courtesy of Jamie Dawn's blogMarcy is a Star (the "Ben-Gay Man" post of 1/13/06) it's the previous post here I was referring to... scroll down a notch. BTW, Jamie, I'm filling your request on Indie's blog for a pink poodle, at right. This is the logo a coworker and I use for our development of training materials. It reflects our philosophy about the job we do: We're little pink poodles, and we love to jump through hoops. She says she's going to have it made into a tattoo.

Anyhow... Today's entry is a bit lighter, and reminds me of the joke about the guy who drowned because he was waiting for God to come save him from a flood, and when the guy got to the Pearly Gates and complained to God about the matter, God said "dude, I sent the neighbors, a boat, and a helicopter for you!" You never know who you're going to meet as you wander through life so as an old saying goes, you should keep your words sweet because you may have to eat them. This story comes to us from Jeff, the guy on the other side of my cubicle, who was "establishing a rapport" (as we're supposed to, blah!) with his caller a few hours ago. The customer was the 'gentleman' in the following tale:

This gentleman and his buddy both work for a metropolitan health department. After work one day, they went out drinking and cruising, and around 10pm they wind up at this bar and decide to get something to eat and swill. The server brings their food and some tableware, and he notices after a moment that the spoon has a waterspot on it. He walks up to the bar and politely says to the bartenderess, "Excuse me, there is a waterspot on my spoon, could I get a new one?" The bartenderess grabs it and shouts "WHO THE F*CK ARE YOU, THE GAWDDAMN HEALTH INSPECTOR?!"

The gentleman quietly produces his health inspector badge and says "Bar's closed."

Great Blog.
That guy had the right power at the right time!
I bet that felt goooood!
Wonder if that's a true story. It sounds so urban legendy.
It's a true story, I'm pretty sure, since Jeff was talking to the guy. I figure that felt good to the gentleman but as for the flock of people who were drinking there and the staff... Not so good. Further proof that you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, but why you'd want flies is your own private business.
I forgot to thank you for the pink poodle.
Cute, cute, cute!
Jumping through hoops. So much of life is made up of jumping through hoops.
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