Assorted Ravings of the Slightly-Weird

Dude, Where's My Apology?

Over the weekend I played in a softball friendly. It was a pretty routine game, except that I got kicked in the face as I was running back to 2nd base to avoid getting doubled out.

I guess it could have been much worse since the opponent was wearing metal cleats. I could have gotten cut or perhaps even been badly gashed - I've seen accidents happen before on the field where players have had to get stitches. So while I'm thankful that I escaped with a bruise on my upper lip (from afar it looks like I have half a moustache!) what really gets me is that she didn't even bother to apologise. How rude is that?! While I'm sure she definitely didn't mean it (basically she tripped and did a kind of bicycle kick to balance herself) an apology would have been nice. I would rant more but I've already had a day to cool down so I'm all done with the swearing.

B*TCH.

Ok, I was almost all done. Now I'm done.

In other news, it's my sis's turn to send her computer to the hospital. She attempted to install a new RAM card (what is up with RAM cards nowadays!?) and, in doing so, managed to screw something up somewhere along the lines. I would laugh but I already had a good 10 minutes of laughing while she ranted on the phone to me earlier today. Anyhow, I am reminded of an incident that happened to James Herriot, one of my favourite childhood authors.

When this incident happened, James Herriot was still a veterinary student. He had just attended a lecture on the anatomy of the horse and as he stepped outside of the college he saw a horse on the road. Filled to the brim with what he had just learnt, he stepped up to the horse to examine it, feeling very smart in his new clothes. After he was done, he patted the horse on the neck, whereupon the horse turned around, grabbed him by the front of his clothes, lifted him off his feet and started chewing on them. It wasn't until a substantial crowd had gathered that the groomsman, attracted by the commotion, returned and released him from his fairly humiliating (and no doubt saliva-drenched) stance. The groomsman then fired a parting shot: "Dinna meddle with things you ken nothing about!"

Which is exactly what my sister and I should do with regards to computers and RAM cards in particular.

Posted by scrabbyfoo at October 31, 2004 11:06 PM