Grumpy and I have been dealing with some Rather Annoying People lately. Last night when I got home from work we went for a walk and did a lot of whinging and complaining to each other and by the time we got home we felt a lot better and these Annoying People didn't come up again for the whole evening.
At one point Grumpy said, "What we need in situations like this is a Grampa."
He was referring to my beloved grandfather, The Fuehrer, who was filled with many admirable qualities but was also known for his impatience with fools and his speed to show it. Grumpy's favourite story occurred many years ago, when your humble narrator was but a wee lass, on one of the many family car-trips we took over east to visit The Fuehrer's rellies. The Fuehrer was burning across the Nullarbor, making good time, violating the various traffic laws that keep the drivers and passengers of this nation safe and obedient, when a cop pulled him over.
He was in no mood for this kind of interruption to his itinerary and when the cop leaned in the window and began proceedings with a "G'day, mate", the F. fixed him with a bloodshot, baleful eye and with a curl of his lip said, "Let's get one thing clear. I'm not your mate."
No one was too surprised when the cop whipped out his pad and started writing out a fine.
1 comment:
Wow. I always wondered why you called him The Fuhrher. Fuerher. Feuhrher. Thingy.
Talk about Gumption.
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